As she dances upon thin wire
That had Ravel within my mind
And unfurls the steps she takes
Unto the mystic of the dark.
She hath given and taken
And too much an unseen realm
Hath placed deep the blessed love
Unlike the young maiden of Born.......
It is there the minstrel plays
And the Harp hath angelic cord
The tranquility of rushing waters
And the song of a morning bird
For deep within wells transparency
The undertow of illusive dream
And the ever presence of melody
Hath brought unto surface flow..........
To seclude oneself is Divine.....
To inhale it's taste is to find..........
Wonderful write Geoff, especially like the last line................................Diane
Sometimes a little divine intervention can help with seclusion! this is a fine write Geoff. HG: -) xx
nATURE BROOUGHT TO LIFE ON-LINE...VERY WELL CRAFTED WORK, SIR GEOFF, INDEED... FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last two lines...says it all...yet aagain...lovely poem! Hugs, Dee