The day was young
And it was all tambourines
Gypsy winds & raindrop chimes
I stenciled in some wings;
In hopes to take flight
To be carried across & through
The morning canyons
And honeysuckle vines-new;
To float high above
The majestic peaks-sublime
In flight with the sparrow
Within the breeze of a rhyme;
With spectators below
A congregation of butterflies
There was enchantment everywhere
Soaring Heavens most Divine skies;
By, Theodora Onken
May 8,2013
Written in the early morning hours
Of May 8.
Dedicated to: Ms. Jeanne Cooper
(Katherine Chancellor - Y&R - 40 years)
Thank you for all of the years
May You Rest In Peace
You really know how to put the reader in the picture. I can visualise being in your poem soaring high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David, Thank you so very much. Am glad that you could imagine soaring through the Heaven's. Your words mean a lot to me.