Rising in the still air
A plume of smoke denotes
that there is someone there.
But Who?
My secret hideaway
to keep the world at bay.
A peaceful place to stay.
Did you
consult your scrying bowl
to find my hidey hole?
You cannot own my soul
can you?
You already have my heart.
Captured by your woman’s art.
I knew that from the start.
But You
have to play hard to get.
I am not sure even yet.
Which leaves my life upset.
If You
could love some one like me,
If not then set me free.
cancel your sorcery
I rue
But I cannot forget
the day we first met.
A matter for regret.
If you.
don’t feel the way I do.
It may be that you do
if so it’s time I knew.
Do you.
They say dreams can come true
although they seldom do.
My hope rises anew.
It must be you.
12-Apr-08
Ivor, this is fantastic, a poem with uncanny rhythm! Cheers Anita
A lovely penning Ivor - enjoyed reading... I hope she lets you know. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful read Ivor! Another gem of high quality! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad