T.A. Rosenbaum Poems
We oft' will share those soft spun lores
'neath the care of that starry dome
Oh! The place our heart most adores
Far removed from those sundering shores
Where ever our souls may roam
This is the place our desire implores, home
O'er those distant and glassy beaches
Though languid and languishing they seem to we
Oh! The mournful distance teaches!
As we sail the far flung reaches
How that ever limitless horizon leaches
And none can hear our mighty plea
For the waving ocean loudly preaches, 'No home to see! '
Home! Where our hearts' shadows' ...
Tale Of The Dancers
Never touching, always bending, swaying, without refrain
Dance and hope, our swirling figures brush
The rush, so simple, a temple, you and I
Why is it never embrace? No trace, of time gone by
Save the one that's left in the mind, not behind
With you and I, we cannot deny, but must try, to restrain
Though we know not why.
Gently, spirit, gently, this life-fire, will tire, but we'll be evermore
In the mists and shadows, where none go, we'll flow