"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."
- Charles M. Schulz
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night. Show all posts
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Where have I gone wrong?
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Once Upon Enchantment
Torches light a winding road
Through the forest's
Humble abode
Breezes wisp
Her hair around
Leaves float softly
To cool ground.
All is silent
On full moon night
The quiet woods
She thinks are right.
Hooves come beating
'Round the bend
Sound is soft
And then strengthened.
Swish of skirts
She turns to see
A knight come riding,
Galliantly.
He comes closer
She knows the pace
He draws her up,
Sees her face.
Bows low
Strong, firm arm
Lifts her gently
With no harm.
Slowly now
She turns her face
To his warm skin
And loving embrace.
With one hand
Lifts her chin
And to her lips
A kiss therein.
Holding her close
To his heart
Heels to horse
They swiftly depart.
Into the moonlight
The ground
Fog covers
Ride the two
Enchanted lovers.
Through the forest's
Humble abode
Breezes wisp
Her hair around
Leaves float softly
To cool ground.
All is silent
On full moon night
The quiet woods
She thinks are right.
Hooves come beating
'Round the bend
Sound is soft
And then strengthened.
Swish of skirts
She turns to see
A knight come riding,
Galliantly.
He comes closer
She knows the pace
He draws her up,
Sees her face.
Bows low
Strong, firm arm
Lifts her gently
With no harm.
Slowly now
She turns her face
To his warm skin
And loving embrace.
With one hand
Lifts her chin
And to her lips
A kiss therein.
Holding her close
To his heart
Heels to horse
They swiftly depart.
Into the moonlight
The ground
Fog covers
Ride the two
Enchanted lovers.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Poem - Filled Lamp
I found this poem in one of my old journals.
"What to do when the dawn brings night,
and the moon spins out and the stars fall white?
Wait, calm in the silence, the black sky spilled,
your lamp will light, if it is filled."
By Carol Lynn Pearson
"What to do when the dawn brings night,
and the moon spins out and the stars fall white?
Wait, calm in the silence, the black sky spilled,
your lamp will light, if it is filled."
By Carol Lynn Pearson
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