In the spirit realm where this world is shunned
where mortals take no part
you and I are alone
in the garden at your mother's house
we lock hands
so beautiful we are, standing there, together
so beautiful that every flower from beneath our feet races upward to adorn and crown us
Seasons came and went
centuries merged into eons
and yet we stood
STILL
But in the quietest hour of the night
when all dreams have taken flight
if they should listen carefully they could hear us whisper these promises
"Mavourneen..."
"Mavournin..."
Copyright (c) 2012 Bernice Angoh
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and yet universal in its theme
Yes!
john
xo Régis
You often give a vocabulary lesson, which I appreciate. This one's a bit of a tongue twister for me, but I love it. Your words paint a very romantic picture.
xoxoxox
Indeed, this is dreamily cosy and wonderfully sensual!
I relate to your allegory with trees, we learn through nature, those who are awake and as aware as you are.
Ron
budd