Sometimes we forget
Ours a guardian angel,
But the Keeper
Always with us
That it is opened
To you a door,
Necessarily should knock.
But self-assurances
Of a seagull
Without the invitation
Have arrived by the ship.
Honour to them liked
A vessel in opened
In the sea with Scarlet sails...
But I know
An angel the keeper
Will not mix my compass...
I wish to trust...
'But self-assurances Of a seagull Without the invitation Have arrived by the ship' these assurances...and the trust that follows will keep the compass true in sail...10
An angel the keeper Will not mix my compass..................the confidence within carries us forward into the room of knocked up door and that is self assurance, wonderful thought by the imagery lapped up across the flow, wellpenned,10+, thanks for sharing
yes, a higher power watching out for us...i'm sure many find comfort in that thought, good one.
A beautiful poem and the title evokes so many wonderful pictures. Best wishes, Andrew
The scarlet sails of time will take you to the wonderland of your dreams and beyond.....A beautiful and talismanic poem filled with the blessings of self assurances, faith and determination. Really good one Tsira!
Those scarlet sails have the power to take us beyond the sunset in a moment of time. Beautiful poem. Love, Sandra
the times we forget certain facts in our life are many when we have the faith that we won't lose the compus well things are bound to hold together. a good work. jaypeesukham@yahoo.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful angel's soft protective hand I can feel in this work. Tsira you find such beautiful concepts to write accross It is a well scripted write and it deserves 10+ and more Rgs Rema