It was as if the skies
had kissed this Mother Earth
so that her sparkling eyes
gave rise to precious birth.
A breeze drifts through the fields,
tall stalks sway softly, bright.
The dark of forests yields
a clear and star-lit night.
My soul daring to roam
flew up on gentle wings,
past castles of strange kings,
pretending to go home.
As Heaven was my goal,
when clinging to its back,
in clouds I lost my soul
and God found, it was black.
Now, hurled down to the ground,
condemned, forever banished,
there was a moon-lit sound
and all the stars had vanished.
Today I sleep in heather,
in meadows during nights,
and pray for stormy weather
to douse those star-lit nights.
My soul daring to roam flew up on gentle wings, past castles of strange kings, pretending to go home. you made a half way decent comment on one of mine so I guess i'll try to make one on one of your's that stanza didn't seem to fit but you may've done that on purpose but I'm just saying that it messed up the nice flow you had going in your poem. There now we're even. Lylyanna(a poet!)
Lulyanna, I think it made the flow as great as it is. Have patience, my child. You will get there. Best H
Ya know I'm trying here. And you are not making it easy.
And here I thought I was being nice to you. My child. But on second thought, I do have enough children in my stable. : -))
P.S. I'm not YOUR child. There I said ONE thing. I don't need to sign we both know who I am.
no comment because I promised a wise poet that I wouldn't with you anymore so I shall not. though it irks me so to not be able to say what I want right now. But alas I shall contain myself. Lylyanna
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very calming poem...I loved the last stanza.