Soul Dancing
there are lingering
pages of you
I remember softly
morning
loving your eyes
looking through time
and back again
touching
that part of you
touching
me...
knowing
at that moment
in our time
what could never be
whole again
without you
lost in your gaze
unable
to look away
climbing after
mesmeric player
pipes the tune
spellbound soul
I follow
cresting...
keeping pace
with the woven magic
Rock teeth
bellow
cannot touch me
I am flighted!
I Believe
Comments
I think it is a beautiful
I think it is a beautiful poem all the way through, Cat.
I know that double spacing occurs when transferring from Word, and that is the only quibble I have.
~A
Dear K.
Thank you. Yes, the double spacing on transfer is annoying.
always, Cat
Dearest Cat
this poem is all the more beautiful because of its cascading effect ..it flows so beautifully....
much love...
Dear raj,
Thank you for reading and commenting! It is always nice to see you.
always, Cat
Yeah
I love this one Cat, its powerful and intimate and smooth as silk, except for the double spacing, and the quotes on the last line, which aren't needed, to me.
Really really good!
Hi Jim!
I removed the quotes, as you suggested. I think it looks better now. Your suggestions and input are always welcome. Thank you!
always, Cat
I agree
with the previous comments! It works.
Dear Vex,
LOL! Thanks!
always, Cat
Thank you Lonnie,
This poem was written for, "my other favorite subject," He is my light through the darkness. I'm glad you liked it!
always, Cat
Hello Rosi,
Soul dancing with my soul mate! The only kind of dancing I'll ever do anymore, lol!
love, Cat
It worked!!!
Just like a charm! Thank you, dear Rosi!
love, Cat
Thanks for the generous offer Rosi,
and for helping me out. When it comes to computers, I'm a real novice. I will try to figure it out before I come bothering you. You have been a great help, and I appreciate it greatly, dear friend.
love, Cat
Beautifully crafted
and wonderful poem!
Namaste,
Lenny
Hello Lenny,
Thank you for reading and commenting.
brightest blessings, Cat