Oh, how fingers dance
still across a piano;
Like bird wings on the waters.
as I ask for tomorrow,
I shall not to forsake
as ripple to a wave;
I shall over come,
with love and devotion
and a whisper of love,
a roar of a devotion
to be one, as a rock
skipping across the water.
Frozen in time still motionless
forever lost in dawn's mist
waiting for the sun.
with the Waters so black and calm,
the mirrow of solace feeds my soul
peace and tranquility....
great personification and descriptions, i could picture every line in my head...simply put, another beautiful write...a definite 10+++
another wonderful write.............painted images with words...........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is nice Randy. You poured out your feelings in here.Well penned.