Truest Feelings

POETRY NEWS #4241
Date: 01/21/2013 at 12:16
From: Mandolinista Loraine Vas'amaen-Ashaela
To : Everyone
Subj: Truest Feelings




Gliding along,
my hand in yours,
this the sweet words of a song.

Adoring the heat,
brief summer sun so bright,
Cyrene can hear my heart beat.

Clouds blanket the skies,
light slipping below mountains,
the brilliant sparking of fireflies.

Darkness envelops hearts,
daylight hinting to break,
the passion beginning for arts.

Kindness from the warmest hands,
unexpected light within the dark,
wiping away tear strands.

Over the mountain a rising sun,
blissful mid-summer dream,
Cyrene streets spun.

Handsome eyes pierce,
while clouds blanket skies,
covering the rise of nighttime fierce.

Ideas flowing to my mind,
soft breeze blowing,
fireflies dancing as the moon shined.

Love overtakes uncertainties,
time passing with sun rising,
under touch sense agrees.

On the trees leaves sing their song,
warmest touch of all,
showing me where I belong.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 616 AF.