In the place where morning dwells
dew is joy seen blessing flowers,
reflecting colors touched by light
in slanted rays from healing hands.
Amazed, I witness the patient climb
of the willow that bends in grace,
beneath its branches is sweet repose
where gentle breezes caress creation.
In the grasp of withering time
though often I've felt like crying,
it's from the grief that's part of life
that I found the light lumination.
My house is a place where love abides,
these hands coax seeds to flower,
breaking the soil brings peace to me,
embraced under sunlights suasion.
I feel the quiet within my being,
dream with me in surrender;
in search for touch of love's display,
and the truth in this destined dance.
I can reflect upon this grace
for I'm amongst such wondrous souls.
Author notes
Prompt: http://allpoetry.com/poem/5384205
Just for you, m'Lady. 
A contest entry
- Dancing Round The Light by CarolDesjarlais.
1500 points, ended November 7, 5 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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ty ty...I am honored so!
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Gentle, beautiful penning...
"n the grasp of withering time
though often I've felt like crying,
it's from the grief that's part of life
that I found the light lumination."
How dear these words are to me just now..and the truth is stunning!
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This was beautiful.
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I feel the quiet within my being,
dream with me in surrender;
in search for touch of love's display,
and the truth in this destined dance.
I really loved this stanza. Great write! Keep up the great writing!
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