A Poet's Haven

Long ago I looked into those eyes… She has such a beautiful smile when she smiles… Her hair was a different color then… But those eyes were a shade of blue green… I remember stumbling for words over her eyes… I saw our first child and the two that followed… As I look into those…

Long after it emerges often in the imaginary world of words… It was the year without a Summer in 1816 snow fell in June… Creatures of the ID emerged into the hearts and thoughts… Of some of our literary greats as the shared wine and tea… Within the eyes of this woman we find two…

We always seem to encounter evolutionary developments… Long after it emerges often in the imaginary world of words… It was the year without a Summer in 1816 snow fell in June… Creatures of the ID emerged into the hearts and thoughts… Of some of our literary greats as the shared wine and tea… Within the…

It was one of those moments in the early morning hours… As I walked about with my cup in hand… A single spot of light in the distant skyline… A blink of my eye or perhaps a single flash light… A glimpse of her glowing face upon a leaf… One I have seen before first…

Rising from her knees… As she opened her eyes… To the voice she heard… Having lost track of the time… She knew the warmth of the Sun… Was no longer present… Lost in her prayers… A single ray of light… Illuminated the fog… Was the voice with fog… Or within her heart… As she prayed…

she started her dance amid highland dale bringing heel to knee, elbow gently bending touching thou head, a stretching to morning red hair all a flow, anew spin did begin bowing gracefully, to unseen abettor ~ skirt in hands with thighs all exposed toes now a glow reaching towards heaven moving attune silent rhythm, sung…

“ Let The Music Speak “ For some unknown reason this morning… I found myself longing for September… I closed my eyes and listened… as the music within my soul… Began to play a song by Van Morrison… “ When leaves come falling down “ “ In September when the leaves, come falling down “…

 Then…  “ I would even know your shadow “ In a year and a day…  One might say or perchance even believe… As words were shared… Between such a beauty and this old school beast… I have heard her voice in the wind and waves… I have read her sorrows and felt her tremble… I…

He became lost within his passion… Gave into the exuberance of the moment… The vowels flowed into the music… As the words he expressed in his love… Seemed to appear on her body… The passion they shared… Were turned into lyrics…