Waltzing Across Land and Sea

Aba ab1 ab3 ab1 ab3 ab13. Part 2 of the curtain...

Casting his light for the Sky to see.

As the curtain of Night still hung.

Waltzing across both land and sea.



The weighted night must flee.

As the morning dove sung.

Casting his light for the Sky to see.


The mist of Night can no more be.

As the blue bells of morning rung.

Waltzing across both land and sea.



The azure sky broke carefree.

As the hymn of life rolled off my tongue.

Casting his light for the Sky to see.


Déjà vu, could not foresee.

The casting new of colors flung.

Waltzing across both land and sea.


Filling this new day with heartfelt glee.

This gifted elixir that makes us young.

Casting his light for the Sky to see.

Waltzing across both land and sea.

 

Author's Note

Alternate version of: Curtain of Night still hung

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherrie... "this gifted elixir that makes us young" is sung by both young and old. We sleep in a Chapel Room with a Cathedral ceiling and windows that the morning light shines through in pastel colors swept across the land and Sea. Your poetry and writings are always seen with reverence in a blue sky of Eternity. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

A lovely uplifting write Cherrie to read on a fine sunny Sunday morning. I love the repetition here. So much nicer to have light rather than darkness. Nice visuals. Happy Sunday to you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds of Poe, only in a positive light...
unlike how he wrote of dreariness...
this is uplifting...
j.

[Lorry]

Sounds to me like you've been at the silly o'clock scenery again Cherrie, as night still hangs and so few souls are awake to watch the show, free to view and better than anything they'll find on TV.
And as you watched night fade, it sounds like you continued to watch the day unfold too.
I can watch that show every night and no two are a repeat.
Beautifully captured words.
Ps.. Small typo, probably caused by spellchecker in line four. Should read flee.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes I'm still getting up at 4:30 (the first one for those who think there's only one).
I have to say I laughed out loud when you spied the typo. Funny how 🤔 I missed it.

[Lorry]

I miss them all the time, especially if I'm on my kindle, which I think stuck with the first version of spillchuck and never updated. It is unbelievable some of the words that pop up on it. I can kinda get that someone might wanna cancer when they try to spell cancel, but what the hell is rape doing on predunctive toast... I mean predictive text?

[Pete]

pardon me, may i cut in? a seemingly simple dance yet we could all use some lessons learning the sway.

"As the hymn of life rolled off my tongue."

not a bad song ... :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Anytime, 😊
Thank you Pete.
I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

[Lisasview]

Hi Cherrie,
Still typing with one finger on my left hand after breaking my clavicle...
Loved reading this..
Really enjoyed these two lines.
Casting his light for the Sky to see.

Waltzing across both land and sea.
Casting his light for the Sky to see.

So so interesting.
Lisa

[Cherrie Palmer]

Oh no! I hate to hear that. Well at least you have the one finger:)

[Lisasview]

Ha ha... yes so true

[willweb]

Now that was cool. Thanks for sharing that, I can see what you mean and how that can be really fun to write. Congrats my friend, that was great!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I've done this before but it never felt like a continuation like this time.
Thank you Will for taking time to read them both.
I think your style of writing would be spectacular at these.

[willweb]

I might give it a try someday.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Cherrie.
"Filling this new day with heartfelt glee.
This gifted elixir that makes us young.
Casting his light for the Sky to see.
Waltzing across both land and sea."
I loved the above lines. I like to waltz with my Great lakes now. Grandchildren love to dance with the dancing waves. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote