My Celestine asleep is such a child.
No passion now can fire her curtained eyes,
but peacefully by dreams she is beguiled,
and walks beneath some blue, untroubled skies.
Those dreams – such subtle magic in her mind
as takes her to a far, enchanted land,
where folk are ever-smiling, ever-kind,
and there her life’s love leads her by the hand.
I see my darling Celestine asleep,
I am the faithful one who waits nearby
to stand the watches of the darkness deep,
and, with my kiss, to still her sleeping cry.
My Celestine, too tranquil to awake,
I wish your smiles and cries were for my sake.
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Written April 26th, 2006
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I like this voice of yours!
The romantic dips her quill softly in the heart, with drawing just enough, to flow beautifully across my eyes. Leaving the scent of love on the page of my mind.
Buddy
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{smiles} Glad you apprecited this one, fair.
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You have such a softness, a romanic way about your work..it makes one dreamy and in the mood for love--fair
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Michael, I don't know when I have ever had a nicer compliment.
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MF you are too kind to me
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Bravo!
A perfectly conceived and executed sonnet, lyric, romantic and simply wonderful. (Often in the work of poets, even the best, we can see areas where perhaps he/she struggled with a line or phrase to snatch the most appropriate one. There seems to be no such “sign” in this or any poem of yours. It is as if they blossomed organically, without transition, from your superb pen.) I loved it! Excellent! Bravo! -
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Wonderfully tender and wise. When sleeping, we are children again, dreaming and loving those who sit beside the bed...
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