Saturday, September 1, 2012

Child of Mine . . .



 To Creix . . . who's music
reflects the dark of my midnight soul,
and the tender gleam of hope
through the poetry of the mind;
and who is my friend,
inspiring me
to reach beyond my limitations!
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Child of mine, 
you cried in the night
. . .  the night so deep and dark,
like a ditch
full of muddy waters . .
yet gently stirred by the delicate kisses
of fronds of fern
bent low . . .
and reflecting on ambient light,
they sparkle dreamily
unknown . . by mountains
or meadow . . . melody or silence;
no soul here
but you
and I
. . . to face the dark
of our own fears
. . . where no star dances
through hot aches,
spots on a frozen heart . . .
. . . my heart weeps for you
. . . our tears mingle
like rain with the dew
on the flower,
bent low . ..
slowly losing each petal,
one after the other . . .
drifting, slowly drifting
into the muddy waters . . .










2 comments:

creix said...

Dear
I know that life take different path but for sure love is stil on the same road ...
KIsses
Hu Creix

Wolfsong said...

Hey Hu . . . take good care of yourself and keep creating! - hugs from Barbara