Saturday 2 April 2011

Lullaby of heartfelt longing

On the golden stairs hands received

seagulls of space

flying between stars

wing-tip to wing-tip.

The past,

she held her secrets

letting them go one by one

into a garden of possibilities,

planted by you.

Snippets of memories

always hovering so near.

As the sun set,

the wind blew softly

whispering her real name,

and the lullaby began her search

on the blank white page of innocence.

Deep within,

the path wandered,

and the mouth asked a silent question.

No one answered,

so the wind blew gently

and carried the lullaby home.

3 comments:

  1. i absolutely LOVE this! ♥ dani

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  2. in a garden of possibilities .. just love these words gen .. the whole works just flows beautifully and really I feel like small gentle as i read through this & realised wow you have the feelings of a lullabye happening to the reader as one reads yes just so cleverly done and beautifully written thankq beez :)

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  3. came back to read this again was feeling very upset these words always bring a calm to my mind thankq dear gen ":*) just love this piece of work beez x

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