Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hello My Sunny Girl



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 . . .


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               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:

CŒDES Pierre-Marie said...

MY SUNNY GIRL ... what a lovely, sentimental, touching poem, full of tenderness...

I love it very much.

OM

Wolfsong said...

Thank you, PM . . for your nice comment!