I walked out of the mist
into the magic
of your mystique
savoring the poems
the likes of which
were so unique
Your timeless thoughts
permeate the air
and there are none
that can compare
your gift of words
so very rare
The brilliant rays of
your rhymes cover me
in a warmth
most sublime
and I lose all
thoughts of time
You take me to
such heights that
i'm entranced by
your insights
if language is an
act of love, then
your gift of it
is my treasure trove
Supernal day
fades into night
you embrace me
with verbs of moonlight
soon my dreams
sweetly come upon me
as your wordsong
evolves in my memory
etw
Love Tinka
Myrna
God bless - Mich
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Prayers for you! :)
Dear one
Ch'erie
And I read this. . .
And I marvel.
Poetic Mystique
This woman truely loves to share.
Now that to me is rare.
DWB
act of love, then
your gift of it
is my treasure trove"
Brilliant words Eileen! Entire "Poetic Mystique" is brilliant!
Evolves in memory!!
Suzie xox :-D
You have it all here my friend.
Love,
Susan
"Evolves in my memory" I believe is the clue.
I will be calling Dan Brown tomorrow!
Supernal is a word rarely used, at least in my own explorations and readings. You fitted it into this construct in a most efficacious way.
Be Blessed Dear One ... (even moreso)
Richard the Intrepid
Peace,
Carolyn
Wonderful write!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)