Grains of corals
And rock adrift,
As seasons change
In raging waves.
Memories flow
Tunefully with
The gushing stream;
Sharp yet agitating,
Barely consoling,
Rousing the weary soul.
Breath echoes
Cold as breezes fleet,
Overflowing with
Uncertainties.
Upon the velvety bed
Of amber fields,
I planted footsteps
Of golden daffodils.
Fading clouds move
Against the wind,
May you follow the trail,
And find me waiting still.
©danabelle
09.12.12
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A woman who weaves deep emotions into words, dictated by her heart, felt by her soul, whispered softly in a poem.
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...
my writings are webs, which are woven by fingers. they're meant to exist, so my memories linger. i'll talk about good and touch base with bad. talk of times my feet strayed from the path.
Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.
Memories from past days Recollect in the dusty drain And then I saw your face Odd. Now it's spilling As we talk it's dripping Empty space is splitting Odd.
Apples on a tree, Can't you see, What this friendship means to me. Pears in a pie, My oh my, This bad weather makes me sigh. Lemons and limes, Such hard times, Everyone toeing the line.
I've got a primrose in my pocket,. And a head full of dreams,. Yet my heart is full of sorrow,. And it's bursting at the seams,. There's a crystal rose pinned to my chest,. Right above my heart,.
Working from the inside out.
Ah, the sky She waits for me Despite the cold The malice The you.
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