There is a secret place,
In the high hills,
In the mountains where clouds cry,
And rain their tears on the valley below,
But I am untouched here,
In the peaks of Yesterday,
For here all sorrow stands mute,
And is covered in shadows
That haunt the day...
The sun falls from the sky,
Bringing the sweet night,
And the stars have not yet
Risen from their deep sleep,
Nor has the moon washed her lovely face,
So all is dark except the fading fire
Of the dying sun in the horizon...
This is where I find my peace,
In the lack of light of any kind,
Where the shadows of my life,
Are left behind...
And all that lies before me,
Is the fire that sinks slowly into the sea,
Whispering such sweet words to me...
I sit on the edge of my world,
And contemplate its beauty,
thinking not of you,
But what lies before me,
That shadowy world is sinking fast,
And all that is left of my past,
Sinks below the sea,
And is absorbed by the earth's thirst,
And as the sun goes down tonight
I watch the world disappear,
Into the dark abyss of tomorrow,
And close my eyes,
Savoring that last sight,
That will last me
Forever.
Too beautiful for words, Retta. This is laced all around with beautiful imagery and artistic wording. I think you have a masterpiece in this poem.
Amor
Reviewed by Bill Murray
Reviewed on June 8, 2003
Retta ... you are a magical romanticist ...
your thoughts and ideas are perfectly expressed. ... everything you write is perfect. Love your ability and feel enlightened when I read you. Makes me want to do better. I will follow along with you every step of the way on your journey with the pen. Love it! Love it! Love it! Bill
The imagery is flawless. Into my library it goes.
Leland
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 8, 2003
"the earth's thirst"... what a line! what an image! This is such an involving and mesmerizing poem, Rhetta.. It has universal wanderings, yet feels so personal as well.. It will linger.. katy.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Amor
your thoughts and ideas are perfectly expressed. ... everything you write is perfect. Love your ability and feel enlightened when I read you. Makes me want to do better. I will follow along with you every step of the way on your journey with the pen. Love it! Love it! Love it! Bill
Beautiful paicture
beautiful imagery
enjoyed reading
William
Leland
:)Sandy
~Nikki~
What a gift you have.
I needed this.
John
Perfection!
Rod
Very nice read this..thanks for sharing!!
Love
Tinka
Beautiful write and read!!
tony:)
Jack
Excellent_
As Sun Goes Down Most Humanity Pray Now It Rises!
TRASK
"Nor has the moon washed her lovely face"
So vivid and engaging! Vicky
"That shadowy world is sinking fast,
And all that is left of my past,
Sinks below the sea,
And is absorbed by the earth's thirst,"
Beautiful!
Sandi
This is just AWESOME write! So beautifully-written with nice feelings. You have painted a lovely picture in my mind.
May Lu $*_*$ a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Mister
Jenni