In the soft melodies of the wind I hear your whisper in the night I saw you in twilight… I looked for you at dawn again… To tell you my hope, dreams and fears Now the wind more softly breathes O’ I listen to them at night… and day Each day… each night… They whisper to my heart With a silent shake…call or cry Steals away the darkness… Only for the moment… The stars look down from dusky sky I wonder what beautiful things they see As shadows creep across the sky I hear you whisper in my dreams Till dawn come back at day Before the first sunlight beam The old moon laughed and sang a song As you rock me on a misty sea I shut my eyes… thoughts deep Like drowsy winds That put the sea to sleep But at last they went away Deep within my heart… Birds sing to the sun As I weep a golden tear Till the new dawn appear To wakes me!!
A wonderful, romantic write Tinka.
And - how lucky you are to have that view from your house. I'd probably sit outside every minute, watching the sky instead of visiting my computer.
Beautiful.
your poetry lately has been so warm and heartfelt, tinka, you're in such a contemplative mood. your poetry is beautiful and this piece is indicative of your recent state of mind...a joy to read! God Bless, ~M
Stunning in it's beauty and wonderment, makes me wish I were able to share that fantastic sunset sittin on your doorstep sipping a fresh cup of coffee.
Damn.... wot's this gorgeous music?? My brain has gone to (even more) fluff... but your words are the most wonderful complement to it. And the picture: FROM YOUR FRONT DOOR??!! Bring on the rockin on the misty sea and the rising and the setting of the sun - PLUS a bottle of mellow red and you have... Tinka's most sensitive and evocative poetry. Golden tears reap golden sheaves of images here... beautiful and tender. Bless you, Kate xx
This was a beautiful poem and it sound lke you appreciate the creations of the Lord. oh taste and see that the Lord is good and his mercy endureth forever and forever. To God be the glory for what he has given us in the world or the wicked and the just.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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And - how lucky you are to have that view from your house. I'd probably sit outside every minute, watching the sky instead of visiting my computer.
Beautiful.
Your poems are always so emotionally-expressed. Well-penned indeed!
Lucky Star Sandie May Angel :o)
thank You Tinka
William ......Love & Peace
Love and peace to you
Carole
Paul;-)
It does my heart good to see how richly you have grown...most excellent write my friend!!
D:)
Love & Light,
Joseph
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Felix
Eileen
Such beauty and tenderness in this exceptional composition
The picture is breathtaking Tinks
Love
Peter
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