I am a visitor
to this wonderland of words
I use my borrowed cosmic view
dumbfounded
like an eager child
I am a star-gazer
amidst a meteoric shower
leaving my constellation
step by step
nearing Eternity
I am an blind exegete
searching this pageant
of Love
spellbound
by interrelated senses:
I see the music
of Fulfilment
I hear the colour
of Victory
I taste the tactile
deliverance of Truth
I smell the warm
halo of Hope ...
Moon vision
at the tender tips
of my fingers
myra
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Written February 25th, 2002
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great big saucer of cream in the sky - lovely ;)
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yay, wonderful. we want the moon as our leader, cos she's big, round and strong dum de dum :o)) and er shiney and she likes cheese.
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Hallo CM ... Thank you for your kindness ... I love it that you love it! Written for us all ...
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And I feel the beauty of this piece...
Fantastic expression Myra,
CM -
I am thrilled, Nicholas! You proved that the poem is being completed by the reader ... and oh, how many co-writers allpoetry produces! I love it ... Thanks for giving your reflections ...
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Aww. Another that has got me smiling. This one reminds me of two books I've read, both about love in space lol. Even though this may not have any relation to what you initially felt whilst writing this, I'm feeling pretty good the feeling I get from it.
'Can you feel the love tonight?' Yes!. hehe.. Sorry being a bit silly now ;O) -
oooh thanks gecko: this is a very big compliment ...
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beautiful Myra
at time you remind me ofthe sweet sad tones of Gibran
beautful orchestration
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