Dew of Quiet in the Garden

You give my soul thoughts that collide with magical lands of the moon
And follow songs with an urge to be a cloud in your sky
Rushing along unbound head over heels
With a spirit that grows
Like a flower of past times, until I long for you now
To be the dew of quiet in the gardens
Where I roam

My eyes light to meet yours again as fate melts into a substance
That penetrates the delivery of my own destiny
Then you gently take me to drink
From the ground I kiss
As if I am a bottomless sea that lives for all ages
Sent to make you know you are loved
When morning comes

You give my soul thoughts that are ever speaking as tears of joy
They are guarded by breezes in the palest moonlight
I know that when I take my last breath
Into your arms of love I will fly
To sweetly surrender my own song you discovered
As the dew of quiet in the gardens
Where I roam

Author's Note

Just me dreaming.............

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

This is ancient balladeering; obviously, predates Shakespear, by a lot.
I'd love to know, Neva, who it is you're singing to. Seems more like a god than a man.
Still, while this work appears to be purposely woven to approach concepts with a roundabout flourish, it manages to convey so very much, in an undeniably endearing way. Neva's way.

[Ravyne Hawke]

an absolutely stunning ballad with beautiful imagery..

[S.L Ross]

beautiful and I LOVE the photo!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Cast iron 18th century prose. a loving thought of mindless and boundless potential without being pretentious, an excellent read with educational and ethereal existence, well done.

[Helen]

This is stunning Neva!

It is wanting and needing
joyfully finding
taking greedily
gifting freely

This is Love!

You make my breath catch with your beautiful words ;-)

[roy mccarthy]

beautiful write neva!

[Audrey Howitt]

You dream so well my dear! There is magic in the way you put words together. You have imbued subtle hues into words simply by putting them together. So very beautifully written. Congratulations.

[Rediscovery]

A beautiful write with just as beautiful imagry. My favorite stanza would have to be:
You give my soul thoughts that are ever speaking as tears of joy
They are guarded by breezes in the palest moonlight
I know that when I take my last breath
Into your arms of love I will fly
To weetly surrender my own song you discovered
As the dew of quiet in the gardens
Where I roam

Another great work from you Neva! Keep writing.

[Judy Ponceby]

lovely Neva. speaks of a profound love beyond the ordinary. beautifully crafted.

[Pollyanna]

In the end, all things will right themselves. Beautiful piece!