Twinkling melody of a love song.

Twinkling melody of a love song.

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

I want to take you to a place

where rain clouds are purple

the wind smells like fresh lit matches

and the grass tickles your toes

 

The stars twinkle so brightly

and they sing their songs proudly

for all the lovers and fighters.

They even would sing for us.

 

We live in the land of the unnamed

and our melody has no rhythm

that drums could beat or angels could sing

except in this place,

 

This is the place of truth

and we will fit in perfectly

among the technicolor flowers

and the dreams floating in the air.

 

Please say you will follow me

I found the map in my sleep

I was  told to follow the first star we see

it was put there for us

 

I went there before, without you

I walked in the soft candy scented grass

and picked hot pink wild flowers until the night fell

When I saw it, the star meant for us

at that minute I knew that we had a story afterall

all I could think of was your hand in mine.

 

I want to take you there

I want us to know what it is like

to dance on cotton clouds

where our feet never touch the ground

We will sleep under aqua blue stars

and thank the sky and the night for bringing us there

 

But please hurry,

the rain clouds will gather soon

the silver moon will be hidden in the indigo darkness

we won't be able to see each other anymore

if we wait too long.

Keeping us from what we could have had

if we both were childlike enough to still believe.

 

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sometimes, often enough for me to notice, I get a RR through that causes my heart to skip a beat before I even open it. Because I know, withoust a shadow of a doubt what I will be getting. Not the content. You may never guess that, but the quality of the writing, and like a child at Christmas you can't wait to tear off the wrapping and see.
And I was not disappointed.
The imagry assails the senses and creates a picture so strong in your mind you feel the breeze and smell the grass. In it's truest sense, this is a wonderfully sensuous poem. Tactile
And then there is the commitment and joy in the lovers theme. It is a lyrical piece that cries out to be put to music. A wonderful exhultation of love and joy.
They don't get much better than this.
And I'm envious that I'm not this good.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt

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