| Monday, July 19th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer|
THIS WAS WRITTEN TO ME...I think it is beautiful. Wish I could take credit for it! lol
Come by the brook and rest your silk wings
Nestle near the stones thrown up from the lost cellars of time
Who have waited, waited, waited for your return
Recline in the arms of the oak, its rippled roots
and hear the ancient harp strung songs as the pine boughs
caress the lost, warm winds, whispering of how fair the reflections of
your shadows have lit the images across the mirrored loch
Close your eyes and travel then into footless halls of light
Basket the mysterious beneath the snow and ask the sterling
colored clouds of how the rainbow arches within the last mist of rain
What brings you to me now? (So unexpected)
What asks me to join as yet I have done? (Without knowing of the permission)
What curtain is opened and pulled from our senses?
How do our souls dance?
Come to this forest and rest your silk wings....and my kind heart
fill the basin of your worry with the ebbing waves of the harbors comfort
from the storms within your life.
Come and rest your silk wings....
(c) February 23,2000
19 Jul 2004 @ 02:58 by celestial :
To the light I am drawn,
There comes the early dawn,
I'm watching, waiting,
Your soft caress.
19 Jul 2004 @ 05:29 by dempstress : Love
19 Jul 2004 @ 05:51 by celestial :
As swanny says, "We are the living word."
19 Jul 2004 @ 09:12 by : I thought it very touching
I have met a few wonderful poets online.
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