There are spirits that meet at crossroads and the djavu, the familiarity when face to face, brings about a new beginning from centuries before. How else can you explain it?
I've quested for this heart of hearts
I hear yours beat this minute
I understand the fear inside
And the depth of your apprehension
What if I said that yours my dear
Has beat through all dimensions
Then if I add that you have lived
Far back...way back in time
Would you think me a derelict Muse
Just getting words to rhyme
I sense in you this beat so grand
That every move is similar
To the Danube danced in yesterday
Does this seem at all familiar
Can you give me just this memory
Again to hold you close
Listen to your heart near mine
Then have another toast
Lets flow out to the landing
Take in sweet blooming Jasmine
Raise a kiss to yesteryear
Then recall our old imaginings
Let's waltz into tomorrow
With spirits held so tight
Then when you feel as I do
And if it feels all right
Infinity will open up
The prospects of this chance
Then you will be completed
With this never-ending dance
I've missed you for a lifetime
As I flow into your soul
As tender stars ignite and burn
As steeples start to toll
Will you take up all my dances
And never leave my side
As daydreams blend to night bliss
Can we share the evening tides
The ones that are familiar
From ages long ago
When the waltz of all our dances
Brought together two old souls
You see you are forever love
You've sensed it all along
Your chills are merely welcoming
This waltz that does belong
Will you let me hold you closer now
As the music starts
For quests are soon a memory
When two souls share one heart.
Words and picture seamlessly blended, Susan, and with all the court and spark of the frisson of that energy you speak of here... The two go together like... moth and flame. Sizzling!! TY Kate xx
So beautiful and blessed
imagine one soul recognizing the other, and the other unaware or even worse, uninterested...Cupid plays with us, as does fate......
so we are as playings in the cycle of this dance
this poem is mystical......
and intriguing.....
A timeless classic from the heart of a classy Southern lady, romance, passion, desire and longing intertwine in this waltz of a write creating images of how love should be. Love is not physical...it is immortal and you indeed show this in your wonderful words. May I have the honour of the next dance Ms. d Vegter?
"Derelict Muse" is an interesting notion. As a matter of fact, there are many, I have read lately, that drink Latte's with this one.
I believe it is the ultimate goal for two when they both share one heart. The last line said it all for me! Excellent!
Benisons ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
imagine one soul recognizing the other, and the other unaware or even worse, uninterested...Cupid plays with us, as does fate......
so we are as playings in the cycle of this dance
this poem is mystical......
and intriguing.....
wonderful
pax A
I concur with Miriam's sentiments below completely..
Rock around the clock is a good one to start the immortal dance..
Love
Peter
GOT TO LOVE IT!!
Love Tinka :)
(Bowing)
Fee
I believe that's true - and this is quite a poem, Susan.
Eileen
Thank you for sharing~~
Eternal Love, Dove