WHISPERING ON THE WIND
Reminiscing...
Those days of long ago
Sitting in the meadow
Listening to the memories
Whispers on the wind
Rustling through the grass
Do you recall...
The carefree days of summer
Walking through the meadow
Listening to our laughter
Whispers on the wind
Gently blowing through the grass
Do you remember...
The love in our hearts
Kissing in the meadow
Listening to our heartbeats
Whispers on the wind
Lying together in the grass
Do you recollect...
The passion in our souls
Becomming one in the meadow
Listening to our sighs
Whispers on the wind
Caressed by the grass
Do you treasure...
These memories of us
Our time in the meadow
Listening to our dreams
Whispers on the wind
Echoing through the grass
Kindred Spirit©
THE MEADOW
The grass bends to the will of
the gentle breeze
The sun warms the land, for
there are no trees
Here, years ago, the children
would play
Now they've grown and moved
away
No more laughter and shouts
of glee
Just peacefulness in this vast
green sea
Will the meadow remain like
this?
Holding memories of childhood
bliss
Or will machines come tear up
this land?
Where fun and nature once ran
hand in hand
Will cement replace the soil
of Earth?
Has nature lost its sense of
worth?
Do people see not nature as
a gift?
To give the human spirit a lift
Please leave the meadow as it
lies
A home for bunnies and butterflies
Shadow Whysper©
A MELANCHOLY MOMENT
I looked within my heart and
found an empty space
Then I looked into the mirror
and saw my tired face
Roads getting rough, hills are
hard to climb
I close my weary eyelids, a
kindred spirit is so hard to find
I want his arms around me, holding
me close against his chest
Shoulders strong and solid,
for which my head to rest
But deep within him, is a sacred
place to hide
Sharing intimacy, love and trust,
is hard for him to abide
It broke my heart to know, that
he would rather be alone
For part of me is with him,
in the sacred place he calls home
The risk he does not wish to
take
For fear it would be a huge
mistake
Yet, the invitation is offered,
impulsive as it may be
For how else can he know, what
is inside of me?
I wonder, does he know, he shared
part of his soul
Searching, seeking, wanting,
himself to be whole
Acceptance, is all that is left
for me to do
For only to myself, is it possible
to be true
Katalina21©
SEA OF GRASS
Waving back and forth with the
ever present gusting wind
Shifting colors reflected from
the glory of sun lights blend
This be a sea of grass churning
like the surf at high tide
Where as a kid in this storm
of grass did I play and hide
The sweet sent and memories
from my youthful times
Become the reason for my reflecting
reminiscing rhymes
Youth relived in my mind as
conqueror, crusader or king
Fields of grass both play ground
partner and play thing
The greens are not as green
as my memory holds them
In truth all colors now seem
to have faded and grown dim
Still do I run fast through
the grassy fields of my minds eye
For only there will my age let
me truly cut lose and fly
Bear1Mage©
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