poet Tim Casswell

Tim Casswell

Beyond Blue

touch the sun rise
see the hawk flies
feel the wide skies
fill your soul

see the sea breeze
hear the quiet trees
feel the pieces
make you whole

hear the earth move
feel the soil prove
taste the old truth
you are home

drink the swift stream
touch the fleet dream
taste the stars gleam
all alone

taste the rain's fall
see the gull's call
feel your head tall
beyond true

touch the pure fire
be the storm crier
reach your arm higher
beyond blue

Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 2, 2006
Poem Edited: Thursday, August 12, 2010

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  • Dawn FuzanDawn Fuzan (5/14/2014 3:55:00 AM)

    Tim Amazing poetic style here, well done keep it up

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  • Francesca Johnson (7/9/2006 4:58:00 AM)

    Sensual, tactile, a lovely read, Tim.

    Love, Fran xx

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  • ***** ********* (7/2/2006 3:40:00 AM)

    You have to have a long reach Tim! And most poetic tortured souls never quite make it imo. We are destined to be miserable! lol Lovely try though, some beautiful images in there. Luckily for me, I am a gemini and today the sun is shining and the beach calls.

    Have an equally lovely day,

    Smiling at you,

    Tai

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