baritone love song

Baritone Love Song

In the baritone thunder,
in the mist of black clouds,
I remember your skin in the sun.
The world is gray with heavy rain.
Soiled sidewalks vapor a glossy sheen,
but I can only think of the smallest things,
that you said to me.
The veil between us sparkles
lost dreams through golden linen.
It is the sun again, in periwinkle thoughts,
stringing them across Heaven,
until everything is blue,
the lens of the sun falling,
from the light of you.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Sweet poem. Thank you for inviting us into the wonderful dream.

[Jibey]

Touching and beautiful... a nostalgic feeling for those lost dreams seen through the golden linen once more...

[Ed Hart]

My good, hon...I begin to see how you live through your words...

[cest la vie]

What a beautiful poem..

"It is the sun again, in periwinkle thoughts,
stringing them across Heaven,

These are two of the most beautiful lines I have read in a long, long time..
A perfect read for this early morning..
Well done Phibby!!!