"Elegy to Black Diva" is a series of poetry that is a journey into the many phases of love gained, lost and sought after. Written by author Sam Tatum, it is a grand voyage of emotions that can only be fully appreciated by reading and submerging yourself into the mind of a true romantic. "Elegy" is a book for lovers that can be read alone, enjoyed when read together and definitely to be shared.
"Elegy" reads like a song with the music rising out of the heart. Prepare to fall in love with fantasies that can come true.
A pearl sparkling in a rippling stream under the noon sun.
The sound of the wind as it brushes the surface of the ocean.
The softness of a baby's breath.
All of these are your name.
In my mind, you sit atop my thoughts.
In my heart, you rest easy on the lulling beats.
In my eye, you consume my vision.
And my ear hears nothing but your voice calling my name.
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Dream of Dreams
Have I told you today that you are loved?
Have you realized youíre who I dream of?
Can you touch me and feel my thoughts?
Am I the dream that your dream sought?
Letís sit still in this even, tall grass.
Watch it wave to the clouds that pass.
Look past it, down into the green fi elds below.
Take off your coat, your blouse, feel the wind blow
Against the honeydew drip that streaks your skin through.
The caramel sensation, chocolate smile and lips that subdue.
The sensual bead that cools your flesh.
Sensual fingers that rub ice to caress.
Have my hand as we together watch dreams come alive.
Take my heart, rub my soul, be my greatest prize.
Lean your head against my able chest.
Close your eyes, take in the fresh air, dream of angels and rest.
Listen to nature call your name.
Hear blossoming cherubs sing their game.
Iíll show you those things that we never see.
The sun, the moon and rain have a personality.
Natureís voice is sinfully pure.
Pride of the fl esh, a wet kiss, to lonely souls, a cure.
Innocence to the infinite degree.
If you know nature to hear it, you will see.
It once made men fall into love.
Moon beams, twinkling stars, powder white doves.
Wishing stars, clovers, the penny in the sand,
Were once all blessings falling into oneís hand.
Call again on the blindness of youth.
When blind to the world, you know real truth.
Out of my body I can see the world.
In it again, I seem to not care.
Iíll show the oceanís true hue.
Itís transparent fl owing ice, but never blue.
Iíll show the skies do have walls.
Infi nity, eternity and forever are framed on them all.
When I one day return to dust
Iíll know that I have done what I must.
Find love, share love and give of my soul.
Iíll blow in the wind, fertile the grass,
And listen as other loversí stories are told.
On my journey toward lifeís end,
Can your love be the one on which I depend?
Lean against my able chest.
Close your eyes, open your senses, digress.
Become the part of me that is my best.
On this hill, above this grove, I am blessed.