Inspiration
22 January, 2003
Author: Elizabetta
The music plays
fire light reflects
Shadows dance teasingly
across your face
Helpless ships
battered and blown
battle the stormy seas
that are your blue-green eyes
A speck of gold
a faint hint
of untold treasures
burried wihin your soul
The music fades
final notes fly
in to the breeze
that pierces my skin
Silence abounds
raging storms subside
waves give way
to a delicate dance.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Martin Vann (63.208.42.119) -- Friday, February 7 2003, 01:34 am Final notes fly in to the breeze that peirces my skin. Embers from a slowly dying fire? Fires unattened, are the ones that die. Though I may be but a twig, I can keep the fire alive! Nothing weird meant here for those other than Lady E who sees this initial comment, Okay? I think I'm falling in-place with her words and thoughts and feel a need to protect her, or at least stand beside her, not that she asks, can't help the way this lady makes me feel. I'm going to go and polish my Knightly armour now, but I will be back! |
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