Vault Of Heaven Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Vault Of Heaven
I was running across the fields with the wind in my hair,
Lying on the grass and counting the stars,
I was picking the shells digging my toes in the sand,
Picking up the bits and pieces of my life, looking at myself
In the shattered pieces of mirror on the floor
Looking for love in an empty urn, believing all is well
Holding on.......holding on......
Lost in thought lost in time
While the world turned around and time did fly,
With all the things you said and did, running in my head,
This irresistible tug I felt at my heart
Through our silence we found our way
Through the memories which never existed
I took a celestial ride through our hush
Its time to take your hand and ride the waves
Waves of unending affection to the vault of heaven
Holding on..... holding on..........
Nostalgic muse in Nature is always inspiring with renewed vigour to poets like me. Your Vault of Heaven has revealed that sense very well. Enjoyable piece!
Love shines tremendously in dedication. fine piece reshma! 10++
Hi Reshma. A well put together piece and a great dedication. thanks for the read. Regards Dave T 10/10
hmmm. The feelings from your heart says it all. Nothing much to say. It can be felt.
First, thanks for the invitation to your 'vault' - splendid job - true feelings always show the warm heart from where they spring. And hilarious intro - had a hearty laugh. Bangalore, hah! Thanks again! sim
Artfully written, your poem stuns in its breathtaking flight of fancy, holding on to life by a single thread that is so tasteful in expression. arya
such powerful expression, , , each line is worth reading again and again, , ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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a poem made from heartful dedication was picking the shells digging my toes in the sand, Picking up the bits and pieces of my life, looking at myself In