Oh beauty upon the bejewling meadows perfuming into the soul where you arc in melodies and your essence profuses cosmical diamonds sphereing into the spaces of our divinual universe the echoic existences of your presence breathing
and I remain undenied as I embrace your gifts through the song bird's wings and the lepidaopteran breezes kissing within the delicate stillness of our being
your voice a thunderous song as sweetly gracile inside the quietudes of absence where moon light caresses the darkness...I still see your moments unfurling secrets
...where I surrender to watch your beauty teaching me to see as you offer your deep pools of wisdom where I float as a feather under your palm...
Vickie, this is a beautiful romantic poem. It flows smoothly and tells a marvelous love story. You have that romantic touch I could never quite get right. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
Oh beauty upon the bejewling meadows
