Hello my Sunny Girl . . .
my tasty sweet and wild girl. . .
you create the music
that makes my world
whirl like a top
and a dream . . .
there is a roaring
in the atmosphere . . .
somebody's moon is melting the slow ice . ..
and cold crisp water runs down
the walls of my blue prison . .
I remember the song you sang
on the day I first heard you . . .
but now my feet are cold
as winter grips them
in chains woven of tears . . .
and the black skies lower their bellies
to smother me . . .
my design is a tree
that grows me to you
my sunny girl . . .
waiting to be held
in strong branches . . .
This Beautiful Music:
Peaceful and quiet,
floating in a still sky . . .
weighted like a feather . . .
drifting
silently by . . .
Moved by the winds
that blow o'er the night,
dreaming in the meadow
beneath the starlit sky
The snow falls down around me,
a blanket smooth and bright
the music fills the atmosphere
with melodies like bells . . .
teardrops slowly falling
crystal daggers
in my blurring eyes . .
2 comments:
MY SUNNY GIRL ... what a lovely, sentimental, touching poem, full of tenderness...
I love it very much.
OM
Thank you, PM . . for your nice comment!
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