Waltzing With Beau
by Southern Comfort
Friday, October 26, 2007
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I ache for him to hold me, when we waltz my feet never touch the ground.
His voice is like a whispering wind,
As he begs me to come to him again.
I know it is insane, but I must be at his side,
His sweet love takes me on a magic carpet ride.
His touch is warm and gentle as a Spring Breeze,
He whispers of romance and love, making me weak in the knees.
He is perfect in my sight,
As we waltz in the moonlight.
We always meet in secret, we are discreet,
His appearence would make most folks turn white as a sheet.
I can see starlight through his handsome face,
As we dance amid the tombstones, he is at home and I am out of place.
He was a Rebel in the Civil War, that is how he lost his life,
He never really got to live, or make someone his wife.
So Beau and I waltz nightly and I feel the chill of his touch,
I can't wait for our Midnight Rendezvous, I love him so much.
Music: Dance Of The Bards
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|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Loves ya SC...
You a dang good writer...
|Reviewed by Georg Mateos
|It is Halloween, and the only time they let me comeback for a midnight waltz with the ones left behind and warm my body with hers.
General Lee's 3rd Army
|Reviewed by Walt Hardester
|once you see my melon buns...then tell me you can resist
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|Don't stub your toe on a slab; hollowed ground of the Wesley's. ;)|
|Reviewed by Ann Scarborough
|Oh Sissy! What a hauntingly beautiful write! If anyone can traverse time it is you.
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|This is a beautiful poem of yearning and loving. To waltz with your dream is awesome.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|The ghost of soldiers and sailors (airman too but not as much) seem to haunt the lovliest of ladies and yes I think you have a soul that can transverse time to touch the icy of heart of this poor departed rebel.
|Reviewed by stan nassano
|I feel the deep longing in this write,to hear the voice of the whispering wind as a beckoning call from a distant lover,ringig through the night,another heartfelt write dear SC,