the sky was rich sapphire blue
occasional wisps of white
could not knit a single cloud
sun was hot the west wind bold
we were roses between earth and sky
touching nature’s face from the summit
where life struggles with the raw elements
flora bends to conform to the rigors
we held hands viewing green valleys
bleached rocks support for our perch
your smile spoke of the peace you knew
it is always so when we are together
special moments invade our hearts
we lust for the ambiance of bold romance
when destiny speaks we are united
nothing shall erase footprints we leave in love
WHEN LOVE TAKES YOU UP WHERE YOU BELONG...YOU TOUCH GOD/NATURE'S FACE. ALL ASPECTS OF THIS IS DONE EXCELLENTLY...SO ENJOYED. IT'S IN MY VAULT. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE,BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Perched between the earth and sky,
laughing and talking.....then silent reflections of
where you are, taking in the beauty of nature
and in love.
Great poetry Jon.
'We were roses between earth and sky'.....'when destiny speaks we are united nothing shall erase footprints we leave in love'----- VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
There is something about the magic of nature that cements love like your poem does. A wonderful juxtaposition. Reminds me of the many times I wished I had a companion when I experienced many natural highs.
So often on peaks, I have found the sun to be bright and the wind, bitter cold.
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Touching nature's face from the summit. Love, your smile spoke
of the peace you knew. Lovely penned.
Lady Mary Ann
laughing and talking.....then silent reflections of
where you are, taking in the beauty of nature
and in love.
Great poetry Jon.
~W~
Regis
So often on peaks, I have found the sun to be bright and the wind, bitter cold.
Ron
When destiny speaks we united ..."
Nice work, Jon, thanks for sharing!
" we were roses between earth and sky"
I loved every word...
Diana...