Kiss me, in shadows of silent night,
where dreams dance in beams of moonlight,
captivated, within your heart,
where lullabies beat, from the start Hold me, for all yourtomorrows,
I'll fly with you, where the crow goes,
there is no other place I’d rather be,
it can’t be that hard for you to see
Inhale me now, till sunsets end,
sunflowers reflect and bow their head,
whispers of gossip heard in the wind,
our novelburied, written on a whim
the 'Kiss me and the 'Hold me'
are strong enough but then the
'Inhale me now' is the knockout;
writing of poignancy and tenderness
and tremendous focus.
Christine, yes!
A FINE POEM, OVERFLOWING WITH PHRASES AND IMAGERY WHICH PAINT A PICTURE OF TOTAL SURRENDER...TO ALL THAT LOVE IS AND...EVEN MORE. THANKS FOR SHARING THIS OFFERING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
It is so easy to relate to what you express through your verses, Christine. They are pristine and feel like I could have written them to express what I feel. Thank you for sharing your gift/s. Love and best wishes to you,
Perfectly penned Chrissie...such an invitation is hard to ignore when someone loves you enough to hear the words and the gift of love within. We can't always see what we have until we no longer have it. Can an ending birth a new beginning?
hugs
Fee
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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are strong enough but then the
'Inhale me now' is the knockout;
writing of poignancy and tenderness
and tremendous focus.
Christine, yes!
john
Deborah
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Hugs,
Anna
Love the ending, beginning, and everything in the balance!
Bless you, hope all is well! xx
Christine
Lovely and romantic poetry to reflect
the evermore love spellbound
for all tomorrows.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Love and Light
Lily
wonderful visions of a loving partnership.
Budd
Loved this poem. The ending was unique . . .
"whispers of gossip heard in the wind,
our novel buried, written on a whim"
Your poem brightened up my day.
with Love so right for fulfillment....
Lady Vivian
Regis
hugs
Fee