when first I nervous heard
her voice from afar,
I felt the edges of time
drawing swiftly near
my veined hand trembled
as if my naked heart
had been exposed at once
to the light of the moon
and each wandering star
swaying above sang soulful
a chorus finely composing
the truest of harmonies
the walls encircling me
abandoned their pretense
and rising revealed a garden
of lush lilac and honeysuckle
from amidst the lisping leaves
I spied winged faeries flitting
from blossom to blossom
smiling the warmest welcome
and through the verdant trees
the pipes and the whistle
beckoned the eager fiddle
to join in the delightful dance
I remember calling her name
and reaching out my hand,
feeling her fingers thirstily
tickling my timid skin
and together we whirled
like fearless wisps wisely
sighing over notes plucked
by Cana Cludhmor herself
when first I heard her voice
whispering in the distance,
I knew my listing life at last
a path had truly discovered
and that nothing would
ever be the same again
Salt Lake City 11 July 2022
Nice post 🤠
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Thank you, Butterfly. Very kind of you.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A amazing poem for love.
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Hello my friend. I am reading and enjoying your work this late afternoon in Michigan
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Thank you so much, John. Good to hear from you again. And the reblog is much appreciated.
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Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.
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