Lora Colon

Gold Star - 5,929 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

Soft As The Wind - Poem by Lora Colon

This day has been dragging,
My heart won't stop nagging,
Anxious for night to appear;
Now the moon's on my pillow,
And that old weeping willow
Smiles as the wind dries its tears

Conflicting emotions
Rise and fall like the oceans,
I'm singing his name like a hymn;
And as I lay here waiting,
Wildly anticipating,
He comes to me, soft as the wind

And the thrill in my heart
Orders gloom to depart,
Sadness leaves to find a new home;
With the happiness I feel,
The pain starts to heal,
And I'm left with joy I've never known

You love me, yes, you've said it!
O, my love, I won't forget it,
Heaven's dictate we dare not rescind;
Then the heavenly throng
Bursts forth into song,
And you come to me, soft as the wind

Comments about Soft As The Wind by Lora Colon

  • Freshman - 744 Points David Lessard (12/2/2013 5:48:00 PM)

    Very moving. Another beautiful write. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,591 Points Joseph Narusiewicz (10/1/2013 9:58:00 PM)

    may i be the moonlight? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 397 Points John Brown (9/29/2013 3:04:00 AM)

    Nice poem Lora. I like, 'Now the moon's on my pillow'. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,120 Points Heather Wilkins (9/26/2013 3:07:00 PM)

    you come to me soft as the wind. a lovely observation. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,806 Points Savita Tyagi (9/25/2013 5:41:00 PM)

    So happy to come across your poems. Memory of love is deeper than love itself. You create a sketch that is spell binding. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,404 Points Valsa George (9/22/2013 3:17:00 AM)

    Another sweet poem! 'You come to me soft as the wind'! Even from this far, I can feel his coming! Lovely imageries! ! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,376 Points Adeline Foster (9/21/2013 12:20:00 PM)

    This is indeed a lovely poem and I like your rhyming scheme. Read mine – O Dearest Love –
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,267 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (9/20/2013 6:02:00 AM)

    Now the moon's on my pillow,
    And that old weeping willow
    Smiles as the wind dries its tears

    your magic wand, Lora, of crafting imageries, is a ceaseless wonder! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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