The photograph was taken by me of the Dingle Penninsuela in Ireland.
I'm weary and full of sienna spots from a searching sun
One that poured its rays upon tender flesh while I had fun
The surf and tides washed me inside.....out
Cleansing a fool of rushed wishes no doubt
Night calls from Ospreys hunting for snacks
Lusting like me from a passionate lack
Standing alone upon a beach of lost time
Monitoring memories through a maze in my mind
The heart of night's mistress laments all her pains
As shadows of midnight drape her with rain
Softly she whispers as a lone tear appears
Soothing her heart from yesterday's years.
This one reaches in and grabs the heart of a romantic and refuses to let go even after the last line is read. That last line is stunning and heart wrenching all at the same time...ah to be loved and longed for in this way.
Fee
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 28, 2007
Ah, waxing a little nostalgic and wishful for tomorrow, are we, Susan? I resemble that, I do it quite often . . . As per usual, poetical expertise . . .
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
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truly nice work...
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