In the Garden of the HesperidesA Poem by Richard GuimondComposed While listening to Hexperos ''Winter Rhymes''In the Garden of the Hesperides,[1]
In the Garden of the Hesperides Strings are plucked and vibrate From Celtic harp, from Sidhe fingers Drum rolls in the nights, Unworded songs echoes in the air Silent Winter Rhymes The angels singing as a Fae sings Color in the night as notes fly Rainbow of magic harmonies Horse's hairs caress a fiddle Ravens and owls listen, in the night Magic last forever it seemed Till an angel, to Miriam, Gabriel told the news.... © 2015 Richard Guimond |
StatsAuthorRichard GuimondBeloeil,, Québec, CanadaAboutBeen writing 1967 photographer since 1969 been a small time journalist , a camera salesmans graduated in Classical Studies , archeology and religion history unfinished a master in Ethnolinguistic on M.. more..Writing
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