Where the bluebells tinkle
and the soft zephyr
tugs in whispers,
the gentle drip, drip
of dew taps fingers
of awakening
and umber warmth hums
the coming dawn.
This is the place between
here and there,
where I linger;
under the willowy, gossamer cloak
of hope,
dangling my feet
through lavender scented
eons of wishes,
to hear your breath
lilting to my soul.
Abiding in lullabies
of enchantment,
strains of sacred hymns
resonate in blessed cadence,
forever baptising
our birdsong
and the bluebells ring.
Author notes
"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting." - Tinkerbell
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A contest entry
- Echo by Pamela A Lamppa.
5250 points, ended April 7, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is such a special place, almost magical within your words. Your own secret garden, shared with one who's heart you hold.
I love the innocence you weave within each of your three stanzas.
- the gentle drip drip of dew
- dangling my feet through lavender scented eons
- lullabies of enchantment
There is such soft tenderness within this verse. Beautifully executed to the words of Tinkerbell, perhaps upon an echo...
Well done. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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