Dare I admit what she spoke
My heart, in the night seasons last
Yes, what she whispered
Upon dreams woven in tapestry
And images unearthed
Dare I confess to the wonder I have seen birthed
Upon the pillow in the depth of nights reign
A secret kept often unto us yes alone
Seldom, nay never, revealed in lites day
For we kissed upon pillow
Upon pillow shall stay
Heart wilted, quite bewildered
By our indifference to share
The glory she offered
In the second watch of night
We in demure and bashful display
Do state, alas if I told them
They would hold me at bay
Better them, than I
Cries back now my heart
Suddenly trembling
My mire now known
The heart, true compass to all that we be
She leads us and baths us as babes by the sea
She whispers upon nighttime,
And into the day, her yearning transparent,
Though some say yes, gray
She boldly confesses
That which we knew
Whilst her sermons yes linger
Till the sun melts the dew
Confessions of morning
Dare I breath what she said,
Spoken or not
Her words remain not dead
Shun her we may,
For it be in our might
Yet the candle she holds
Will burn always bright
Escape her, I think not
Why even try
For her night season fire cry
Wont melt in the day
So confess her I must,
Wed to heart I must stay.
you said "heart wilted"
and I said "wilted heart"
but dear rodney you say sooo much more, a true master you are, what movement of soul you cause with a few well chosen words. hmmm i like
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on May 5, 2003
Your words do dance upon the page!
~Joseph
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2003
Simply amazing! I keep wanting to climb inside your words, as though doing that I could get even closer to them, to what they "feel" like.. perhaps what appears in the dictionary next to the word "poet" should simply just read your name. This is beyond beautiful, Rodney. katy.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on May 2, 2003
Very striking words....you've a flow that most would envy....your range of words...is truly astounding. Each so carefully placed....by a soul who should never be hushed....Excellent work my friend....ty, Dani
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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and I said "wilted heart"
but dear rodney you say sooo much more, a true master you are, what movement of soul you cause with a few well chosen words. hmmm i like
~Joseph