Here where it is open And the skies above me vast And the veldt pulsates With cantering grass in seed Where I can still breath freely And still belief in God Stands my home
Which I need to leave in anger When I sit and dream Of galleries under ground Of winds upon my face Free and wide In the dust as I ride On a flock of clouds Here where it is spacious Where I can see so far The pale blue brings A lump into my throat I stand still And wait for you Wait’s years and more But when my heartache rages I hear a siren blow As I drift away To the unknown On the wind I drift away And in the moonlight search For each delightful place And the love we share I stand before you my love Just take my hand Some sadness Some of my darkness And I could Give you Eternal Love
I'm a lover of wide open spaces; freedom, breathing and stretching room. This is a lovely write that takes my mind back in time(my country living days) Thanks for sharing this and slowing down a city girl.
You can come up with with great imagery too, Tinka! A very nice job.
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on March 3, 2005
Beautiful Tinka. Loved every bit of this. mmmmmm magnificent! beautiful! kinda took me to Australia there ("land of endless horizons' as my friend there calls it)
Thank You
Love Traceyxo
You are a true artist with your quilled pen that becomes a paint brush every time you create a timeless (poetic) masterpiece; the verse; metaphors; imagery; symbolism - all brillant and vibrant colors from your palette of words, flowing freely with each stroke - Bravo my wonderful friend!!
Outstanding, Tinka! Great imagery! The creative mind has depths that some find hard to fathom and emotional sensitivity(i.e. moods) that can be draining also. But this has to be weighed against the enormous depth of love and passion that can be shared...
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
Hugs, Carole
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Blessings,
Joseph
I agree, this is very romantic!
There's Right And Wrong_
There's Good And Bad_
There's Hate And (True)Love_
(True Love Is Compassion)
--3 Simple Laws Of (God)...
Few Humans Know Meaning Of Compassion--Look At Those World Around You They Think SEX,LUST,PORN Is Love...
Unique N Different Write Right!
TRASK
I think when it does the Den will combust...
Thank You
Love Traceyxo
((hugs))) Eileen
:)Sandy
Paul;-]
You are a true artist with your quilled pen that becomes a paint brush every time you create a timeless (poetic) masterpiece; the verse; metaphors; imagery; symbolism - all brillant and vibrant colors from your palette of words, flowing freely with each stroke - Bravo my wonderful friend!!
Best always,
Robert
I just wish we would find.
Maybe.
John