photo by Troubadour (c)
someone to watch over you
06 Monday Nov 2006
Posted Love Echo, Uncategorized
in06 Monday Nov 2006
Posted Love Echo, Uncategorized
inphoto by Troubadour (c)
05 Sunday Nov 2006
Posted Footprints, Love Echo
inANCIENT MEADOW
I could drift across this meadow
to reach the ancient cave of dreams;
but will tarry here ‘pon a stone
and let you come to me it seems.
Naked toes tickled the clover
as you danced about in Spring,
and were it not for silver dew
I might have missed your laughing.
I know you loved soft thistles so,
apurple midst life’s hidden thorn;
and knee high grasses tell of thee —
faint waving on a Summer morn.
Golden leaves would mask your passing
as the silent tears keep falling;
but I know footprints still lay there
need I hope for future’s calling.
and now the frost of predawn hush
shines silver echo of the moon;
come then again to me my friend
as Godlight warms my heart in tune.
Again and still we are reborn
as Winter hints of budding Spring;
and what I will be is of we,
in the braid of seasoned being.