Her stones are steeped in history as deep as the sweet mystery in your eyes.
Her ghosts drift lonely in mists of morning as gentle as the memory of your sigh.
Her floors echo to long lost footsteps as empty as my heart without you near.
Take my hand and as I have always done they too will hold your presence dear.
Through ages lovers dreamed their dreams within her green and haunted grounds.
Like them, within her gates I’ll close my eyes and fold you in my arms.
And listen to the crying and laughter sounding down the years of summers past.
My heart will join the singing ‘til the winds of heaven have blown out all the stars.
A contest entry
- Beautiful Words Softly Spoken. by Poetryintheblood.
625 points, ended November 6, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful Words
Congratulations on the Bronze . A lovely poem to capture the heart. A delight to read this morning. Take care, Sandy
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Thank you for your most beautifully worded entry, Josie
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You have blown me away
Nuff said
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