Daniel Thomason

Rookie (8/6/1993 / San Antonio, TX)

Those Beatific Meadows - Poem by Daniel Thomason

If I should think of love,
What figure would appear before my eyes?
Of all my loves this is the first and last,
A shimmering angel who must, shall, hast,
Put forth my heart to have my heart,
From off a hill to a drippling meadow,
I'll see my love whisk the water with their charming hands,
Not to look back at me but remain peaceful in their own place,
And now I think of love through not the eyes of a man,
But through the heart that beats only,
Only for my angel.


Comments about Those Beatific Meadows by Daniel Thomason

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011


[Report Error]