In dreams you walked through vast fields of wildflowers,
While river insects sang their autumn Psalms.
Time like a painted lady butterfly,
At last brought new life to your work worn frame.
Such eloquence was never learned in books,
For it took all your spirit to survive.
If this is Heaven, Friend, may I come too?
The music of your mood is safe with me.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
This eloquence dream music I hear all through your valuable poems Sandra! And indeed a solace to burning human nature.
I repeat your words ' May the music never ends '. Best Regards Naseer
Dream music indeed.you teach us what the ears can see and the eyes can feel, I'll go with this one, never end, ...regards uavanice1
You have a way of singing us our favorite songs! 'The music of your mood is safe with me.' and all the safer for being shared.
This is a speechless tribute to the memory of your dear poet friend, whose time was 'short listed by sunset, ' and for whom the 'music has ended.' And yet the birds make sure that his works live on. He would be proud of such tribute. And thank you for sharing it with us.
The imagery of this poem is very beautiful. A perfect rhythm too. Well penned Enjoyed reading it 10+
‘The music of your mood is safe with me.’ Brilliant touch down. Glib and lithe. Ten++ with euphony. Ms. Nivedita UK Please read my Poems: Why Hack My She [In Elite 500] Enigmatic Navel or others. niv
For it took all your spirit to survive. If this is Heaven, Friend, may I come too? Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very astonishing poem ingrained with beautiful imageries that show your inside soul so rich with natural scenics..........10/10 Warm Regards Sameer