Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Omar Khayyam
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Your smile beams like sunlight, on a swallow's wing
and the breeze and clouds, dance after you
as we walk hand in hand, along the white sandy beach
I can feel my essence, fragile in your loving hands
for I have never felt, like this ever before
the ringed plovers, race after the swirling surf
searching for molluscs, along the wild sea shore
while my eyes are transfixed, by your overpowering presence
the divine music of love, is oscillating within my atoms
for these heartfelt moments, will never come again
and we are touched, by a power we can't comprehend
I feel your warm fingers, locked into mine
take care with my heart, for she is made of glass
the tanged perfume of the seaweed, floods my being and soul
and you are all, that matters to me in this world
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
One special lady she is!
BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
and we are touched, by a power we can't comprehend <---Soul food.
Wonderful poetry, with tremendous images and metaphors..
Love,
Taylor~
Beautifully written...
Micke
k n o w l o v e i s i n t h e a i r. Thank you, kind sir.
Thank you. 'Pea' <3
I saw in my minds eye, you, with a butterfly net catching a most delightful moment in time. And guess what?
"oscillating within my atoms" has got to be one of the most unique images I have read in a while. What a spectacular confirmation of love for your one and only. Like fine wine flowing over the pallet.
Light and wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Your Friend, TRASK
Aberjhani
I know these sentiments well, Peter. Thank you for sharing them. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Ron
Fee
The first scent that stirs my senses when I arrive on the Isle of Arran is the gorgeous smell of seaweed. Ah, if only that could be bottled - eaten right enough - but bottled.
This idyllic poem translated me from my London home back to the beach at Morar rather than Arran. Beautiful white sands that seem to stretch beyond the horizon. You've given me waves of imagery to surf upon, Peter. Do I exaggerate? Reading this and looking at the image - why does Jura come to mind also - supplied makes me pine for home. No I don't exaggerate.
'for these heartfelt moments, will never come again'
I hope the sentiments of this line don't ring true with me just yet.
Thanks for taking me along the shore.
Hugs Angela
I agree with Jude and all the others
bravo!
pax A
And you convey it to the page very well, Peter!
love Tinka
Shalom!
Eileen
;)Ch'erie
Blessings, Rhonda
This is just breathlessly beautiful!!!!! I love every word of this!!!!!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Myrna
Love,
CJ
Susan
This is tender and beautiful and although I can't have it in my life in the present I can feel the closeness through your pens. I feel the past then and it's good to keep warm by our memories sometimes.
Love and peace,
Susan
So beautiful and gracefull these romantic expressions.. Blended with nature it is truly beautiful....
Light & Peace
Love,
Joselyn