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
Your own eloquence dear Sandra was 'never learned in books' as you so tenderly demonstrate in this poem - you are the epitome of aptitude for writing quiet reflective poetry and this is a gem of an example.... it soothes the soul.... thank you my friend love as always - - Fay.
the music of your mood is safe to me...few lines with a great meaning and much sweetness..10++++
surviving and living..the difference told as a music itself the leisure andrelaxation of an ever working nature is amasing..a wonderful poem
A stunning Poem - I am totally enthralled by your use of words – they linger on in the mind and draw me back to read again - again. Dream music - soul music - Sandra's music. A Rare gift you have and faithfully share - Thank you
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
Beyond Predictable Beauty of colourful butterflies and rythamic string waves, thank you for sharing,10+++