I am mellow with my wounds here in your trust................
Come and bend my state of mind Wind round me if you must The night is pretty With unnumbered stars And I am mellow, with my wounds Here in your trust
Gently touch my cheek Hold me against the fences of fate Winter winds are nothing to me my friend It is life that harbors That trumpet, which I must learn To play once again
Be the sunrise of many years ago Within this precious time Raise me up to where grace’s garden Will weigh much more Than this wild jungle that rages Inside of my mind
Then surely the whisper of my pen Will reach the depths To prove, that I am the woman Who speaks the language That can only be interpreted Here inside of you
Drink my rain that kisses your heaven Drops only you can see Draw in each breath from my own Dance with me now Until out of my heart, my taste For freedom, is gone
Neva, How you do write with such flowing lines of yearning passion that seem subdued. You send this reader off to reverie. Re-reading brings new mental images to everything you write. Your insights are such a delight. Keep your gears in overdrive, there they do grind the grist of your sweet flour.
This line, "Be the sunrise of many years ago Within this precious time," is so evocotive for me of times gone by. The line, "Then surely the whisper of my pen will reach the depths...," just rocked, and is comforting me somehow. I just loved this piece. Beautiful piece.
one can only escape with you Neva...for you lead us into those realms of poetic depth that can only be found within one who has experienced life with its joys and sadness...one who has lived life and felt its passion...desires...and the ever elusive love and emotion...very creative
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon
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