spokes around heat shaft revolves from within
oiled by the movement of skin upon skin
touches caressing the core of devotion
lost in this heaven of tender emotion
how does one landscape ... how does one dream
words whispered music and silence the violin
soft heads of blossoms and dry roots of trees
feed on the fountain that springs from the need
as seed of thought is embedded in love
hunger of growth is being called from Above
let landscapes be moved ... love be unveiled
enfolded in ocean's silk sheet stars be paled
this silver silence is but love's refrain
these diamonds the drizzling drops of rain
as seed of thought is embedded in love
come wear the heart and let love be the glove
let souls become fused where bodies can't move
let fevers be mixed and let love be proved
why must this music be silenced by words?
heart's meaning is spoken by love's golden chords
where there's dryness earth suffers in tears
where there's flesh there's the need to be near
so sing with sweet silence and vibrate the air
so sing and let me hear our songs everywhere
the heat of the heart delays that which part
the song is replayed ... the dream freshly start
the end is so fast whilst the soul still lingers
thoughts become touch on the tips of fingers
there is no end but the end is beginning
distance and draught stripped to its bare meaning
for when flowering fountains their fine rivers spend
the rain returns and fills Earth's hopes again
where stops the poem and where is the start?
here in the beating of the heart ...
and when dawn arrives with its glorious gleam
he falls to sleep ... and she waits on his dream
Author notes
Written January 29th, 2002
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excellent
this is beautiful, and as others have said, reads like a song. your flow and imagery are wonderful.
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Thank you, veelejot ... :)
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Very beautiful. A pleasure to read. -
ohhhhhhhhh i just fell into sighs here, so very beautiful.
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Thank you, my friends ... Sometimes one sings alone; sometimes a duet ... but Life is a never-ending song ... the sad interludes intertwined with the joyous ones. You all teach me to sing ... preparing for that Heavenly Choir.
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'where stops the poem and where is the start? '
This is soooo beautiful! :o) -
ps. credit for my use, and undocumented quote 'Sound of Music' :)
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Yes...I'm singing too...The hills are alive with the sound of music!!!! you write with bliss :)
ps. would you look at the line:
there is no end but the end is beginning
I know contradictions are a part of striking comments within poetry...but could this be said simply...
there is no end (but only the) beginning
I loved the poem -Darmok -
Wowser! This poem made me...happy. It's just like it's mouth opened and began singing and singing. What a beautiful song. What a beautiful poem.
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