It's raining here in the mountains today. Its a soft delicate rain that barely makes a sound but it tiptoes across the window pane as though it were fingers on a harp. This is the sort of day that makes my passions cry and sing and when they start all amount of poetry becomes real. Hope you all experience these days now and then.
Susan*
The Aura of Love
The power of love is a funny thing
It runs with horses as their stampede rings
The flash of devotion in eyes that are paired
The dalliance of lovers who just barely dared
It's passions that wing like a Pegasus, proud
Drifting with love on the wings of a cloud
It soars with the Woodstork and climbs with a whisper
It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs, it rings in the night
Love gently caresses the wind and sunlight
Oceans sing volumes with love in the wash
It bleaches old wounds with a healing push
Then kisses away the scars for tomorrow
Love that appears can erase the old sorrow
Trust in this love, then give it your heart
Then every new morning is a new start
Caress in the aura of love on display
Thankful of healing in loves palmed array.
Like the warmth and comfort of glistening, beady pearls round my neck, this is just such a soft and glowing delight, Susan. Rich and tactile. Superb mood and evocation. Bless you, Kate xx
A beautiful accounting of how love's passion moves along with our motivations and need for companionship. Your words take all of it to the mountain top. Also, your reposting of an older work proves that good poetry is, indeed, ageless! Thankew! - Bill
Beautiful lines and images that transport the reader into a nicer place where the Queen of Southern Romance holds out her hand to welcome all. This is an uplifting write for all poets and knowing your capacity to love Susan I know this one is straight from your heart.
a very beautiful poem full of passion that shows real love, sometimes we lose an old love for reasons unknown and the new love comes and in time heals the wounds,,,,blessings...Cecil
"Love that appears can erase the old sorrow
Trust in this love, then give it your heart
Then every new morning is a new start".
So true Susan..."every day a beginning"...Are you in the mountins, my friend , or is this a preface from the original copyright date. Your picture reminds me of my mountains. I hope to return there soon.
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CJ
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Pen caressed upon a soft bed of exotic spices for sure.
Regards
Dai
Michael
Lovely image; lovely poem, Susan.
Hugs
Fee
Trust in this love, then give it your heart
Then every new morning is a new start".
So true Susan..."every day a beginning"...Are you in the mountins, my friend , or is this a preface from the original copyright date. Your picture reminds me of my mountains. I hope to return there soon.
Love and hugs,
Taylor