In the soft mist of eventide
waves so faithful, everlasting
stars so patiently waiting, will
rush to you, as a lover's prayer.
Let lips do what hands will.
Warm winds of my spirit
reached from distant shores,
like an ancient alchemy, do
endear the ash of heart’s desire
to change, grow and be raised higher.
And yet, together we touch only by sight
of eyes, word of lips, ‘till hands caress.
Will not, for the mortal steward
of my mind cannot, the distance
escape its fallen, heavy rain.
The pride, that sets the strings in motion,
the daily harp that only I hear,
spoken to many, the sick and lame,
keeps me, envelopes me, wastes me,
haunts me, and takes me from you.
‘Till morning of fresh, soft dew
that cools the quality of mercy..
and brings me to your door, do I
sing my heart to you, my lover
that song, shall endless summer bring.
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A very candid and poignant piece...the beauty of this kind of love takes the breath away.
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Very nice indeed...
What would you think of...
(Let lips do as hands wane.)
at the end of first stanza
Have a wonderful weekend
-Eddy
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Hi Bob, this is amazing! Sensual and romantic, emotions of love ripening with out limits, yet bound by responsibilites-physical seperation, all done with lovely metaphors from nature.
Your writing has absolutely soared as of late, you must have great inspiration!
I can relate to this on several levels, as I am sure anyone who has loved and been apart.
best always!
Michelle
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Hi Bob..
You have been beyond inspired in your writes lately...and I may be biased in that opinion, but I still think it's true.
There are so many insights and phrases in this that I absolutely love...
"Warm winds of my spirit
reached from distant shores,
like an ancient alchemy, do
endear the ash of heart’s desire
to change, grow and be raised higher."
I hesitate to say that is my favorite verse because I love them all, but that just seems to say so much.
"The pride, that sets the strings in motion,
the daily harp that only I hear,
spoken to many, the sick and lame,
keeps me, envelopes me, wastes me,
haunts me, and takes me from you."
I think a lot of men should be able to relate to that verse, because no matter the profession, work and other things do tend to take a man "away" from a woman. It's sometimes hard for a woman not to take that personally, and yet over the years I've come to understand it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with "me". And, it's the reason I often tell you to call IF "you're not too tired", and that includes the mind as well as the body.
This is another of your poems that will be going into my favorites list. It is gorgeous from beginning to end.
Best of all, the ending verse of this holds so much hope...the promise of an "endless summer"...which I sincerely hope we both may find...
Much love always,
~J.
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Sweet Trista
As always, your comment is spot on and precious
Robert should be pleased, this is beautiful
Rick
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Excellent
‘Till morning of fresh, soft dew
that cools the quality of mercy..
and brings me to your door, do I
sing my heart to you, my lover
that song, shall endless summer bring.
The last two stanzas are quite amazing
Just beautiful. remain in persite
Rick
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