Living Alive
Her ache
Touches me
Like a run-away train
Longing to be a meandering stream
Her voice
A soft echo
The timbre of past life remembering
Its movement a willow tree's lament
She walks
Paths unseen by most
Holding my hand
Maternal nature unbound
When sleeping
The quiet of her breath
Weaves thatched cover
Securing my storm-filled dreams
Upon awakening
My mind begs the heart calm
My spirit fearful of day's dawning
She beckons I return to her side
Stroking my cheek
Assuring me
There be no light out there
Not already within me
What healing comfort
This lifetime
Before her eyes
Axilea
you display great tenderness here
and project the spirit of the beloved
as well as the lover; yes, it has an air
Byron would be proud of..Kate's right..
and combine that with sensuousness Keats
achieves and we have a very special work indeed
john
Beautiful Odin
Love and Light
Lily
Her ache
Touches me
Like a run-away train
Longing to be a meandering stream
When sleeping
The quiet of her breath
Weaves thatched cover
Securing my storm-filled dreams
This is like the clear, clean, simple lines of light that follow in the wake of a storm. This is one of my favourites of yours, to be sure. Quite fabulous! :)) xx
Very interesting write, she would be very special.
Budd