in another time on another shore
we walked and talked together
and when evening came in your arms I’d lie
while we drank our fill of love
do you yet recall on gold autumn day
how you held my hand and kissed me
and do memories move deep within your heart
when you taste my kiss of love?
when the warm wind blows soft across you face
do you think of how I touched you
gentle fingertips pressed to longing lips
can you taste my kiss of love?
when the twilight falls do you think of me
dressed in threads of silver moonlight
with my hair unbound and my skin afire
do you taste my kiss of love?
and when midnight stretches like a cloak
upon the sacred dreams you harbor
do you dream of me and my face you see
where we shared a kiss of love?
the days grew long , nights have come and gone
on the rushing wings of time
but I remember you and affection true
and I still taste your kiss of love
Oh my goodness, Belle... you have me swooning here. The combination of your transcendent sentiments expressed with such beauty, grace and longing, together with the music impacts my heart and soul. This, for me, has such immediacy... I have just heard Nils Lofgren speak about the song In Your Eyes by Peter Grabriel as being one of the most passionate rock songs ever written, and I have lived within only a few miles of his house... and Sting's song here is the same: in fact, I have probably driven past those fields on the Marlborough Downs where he lives, too. What I'm saying too long and badly is that I FEEL THIS DEEPLY! A cosmic, universal moment for me, framed and mounted on the walls of your heart for all to admire and participate in. Love ya, Darlin. This one's sublime xx
A WELL WRITTEN WORK WITH GREAT PHRASES PRODUCING A VIVIDLY CLEAR IMAGERY OF ONE REFLECTING ON A LOVE...UNFORGOTTEN. GOOD WRITE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Another times in another world, lifetimes entangled like stubborns roots of a tree denying the hurricane but not the hand that engraved a name...
He will know, he will remember, and he will weep for the hourglass dry sand falling between his fingers.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Once again you get through to me like few others can, the tenderest of good vibrations, and the impact is strong and lasting.
John
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Carole~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
He will know, he will remember, and he will weep for the hourglass dry sand falling between his fingers.
Georg