Enslaved by a heresy of dreams
Rivers of lethe run upwards
Into a star bejeweled night
As streams of love
Meander through my soul
I think the world is splendid
With the lightness of your touch
By the softness of your lips
The dawn breaks, the sun
Climbs out of the slumbrous night
My longing seeks to reach
Those starry regions, those dazzling stars
And the throbbing of my passion
Seeks to reach those heights
Where lovers kiss, and the world
Fades away into nothingness
Where hours pass like minutes
And minutes pass like days
Into the shadowless planes of ecstacy
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Reviews of "Treading Softness"
Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)
Reviewed on March 10, 2003
Ron that opening stanza is pure genious (and the rest isn't too far behind!)
"Where hours pass like minutes
And minutes pass like days" <== these lines sealed this piece for me, brilliant! Mal.
Reviewed by Birdie Houston (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2003
Tender and smooth very nice works
Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2003
soft...compelling flight into romance...nice. **Mari**
I think the world is splendid
With the lightness of your touch
By the softness of your lips
The dawn breaks, the sun
Climbs out of the slumbrous night ....
Romantic write.....I like this part
love
Tinka
Ron...this is just superb...keep them coming...BHUWAN
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
By the softness of your lips
The dawn breaks, the sun
Climbs out of the slumbrous night <--- My God Ron you are a true poet. What woman would not long to have such beautiful words written for her. A truly special poem...Ty, Dani
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2003
Well Ron, that is to be sought after ... endless planes of ecstacy. Bill Murray
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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"Where hours pass like minutes
And minutes pass like days" <== these lines sealed this piece for me, brilliant! Mal.
With the lightness of your touch
By the softness of your lips
The dawn breaks, the sun
Climbs out of the slumbrous night ....
Romantic write.....I like this part
love
Tinka
JC xoxoxo
~E
Erin
:)
The dawn breaks, the sun
Climbs out of the slumbrous night <--- My God Ron you are a true poet. What woman would not long to have such beautiful words written for her. A truly special poem...Ty, Dani
Wishing you much happiness,
Gina
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