I dedicate this to someone special.
Do coy eyes
Ever glow warm?
Will hushed lips
Ever call my name?
When will those folded arms
Unfurl like wind blown curtains?
When will your sandaled feet
Sidle and pirouette to our song?
Will your neck
Ever arch for my kiss?
Wind in the Palms
Play our song of love.
Come desert sands
Sting our naked backs
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Lovely As Always!! The above is a gift for you!
If I wrote that I soared high above the mountains it doesn't mean that I did.
Someone read this poem and it's now been published on an international network.
I feel honoured but a little stunned by that.
and glad there is another Rumi lover in this world. It could actually be Lieder set to Brahms-- learning to love violin late in life... but that's nice thought, piano, violin and verse. too bad I never learned to write what I hear in my sleep.
thanks for the comment over in my corner.
Hmmm a Brahms Lieder. That's a thought. I wasn't thinking of a Viennese drawing room when I wrote it. Truth be told, I think that I more had Cohen singing "Dance to the End of Love" in mind.
Hey Bluey...I see you got that about the fingers doing the talking. It's true. I've a lot fun watching my fingers doing their thing.
How's Perth? I hear that it's full of South Africans.