Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
There is a massive distance between her smile and tears when she writes about the rain. Because her faded dreams put her mind at ease behind the places where she stands in pain.
Sitting in the garden where one finds love in those eyes that speak of alone. She writes lines which intrigue mysteriously. You can see her words dance where she's walked, when dawn breaks across the trees.
The inner deepness of her words hold on to each cloud, crying out to the depths of our bones. They tell us our worst hours contain the time outside of her faded dreams and that they too..... will soon be gone.
When she writes about the rain we smile behind the places where we stood in pain. You can see her words dance where she's walked, knowing...... they never speak in vain.
you know, Neva, every time i read something you have written about my favorite subject (love) it is as if an angel were sitting at my side telling me how to infuse your words into my being, and it always come to me naturally how to feel deep inside . i've heard of horse whisperers, dog whisperers etc. BUT......you are definitely the love whisperer ! your art is amazing and almost perfection. thank you for sharing this with me
I like the thoughts and places you took me in the poem.
"Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone."
I like the way you ended the poem. A peaceful tone to the ending. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
The sweet Neva is back or is she.... something about the rain at the moment as my latest is about sitting in the rain. Is this cleansing rain? Not if you really read the last stanza... but shh dont tell the others ;)~
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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