Silver and Gold

I saw you there

on a branch

High above,

shining, glowing,

beckoning me

with a beauty

like I have never seen

 

A silver ringlet

dangling before

a blue sky

Casting clouds,

parting sorrow,

bringing a smile

to this forlorn face

 

I reach out, stretching

on my toes

I can just barely touch you,

Not enough to grasp,

moving you

ever so slightly

 

Far below within reach,

on low hanging branches

are many gold

ringlets, dozens, glistening

in the sun,

tempting my eye,

easily plucked and held

 

But I want you,

up there

staring at me

with wondrous charm

You are all I want

and try as I may,

I still can not reach you

 

The others they

call to me,

sweet words

falling upon my ears

“We are gold” they say

“More precious

than that silver ringlet”

 

Still you are my desire,

as I ignore them - I shall wait

until the seasons change

Standing here beneath your branch,

hoping and praying you fall

Into my waiting arms -

however long it takes

 

I want only you

 

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I love this image this brings into my mind. For some reason I can picture a person walking down a stone pathway leading to this tree with the silver ring and even though there is gold around their feet they are mesmerized by the silver ring glistening in the sunlight and reflecting all that is around it. I like how you wrote this poem, it is kinda like a story.

Great Job

[willweb]

Thank you so much Peace Keeper. I am happy you liked this one. Your review was wonderful.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

You're welcome ^^ thanks for giving me a beautiful picture in my mind lol

[Lydia Shutter]

GREAT metaphor in this one, Will. You know what you want and although it might be silver as opposed to gold, it is your choice. Let's face it, ultimately that is all that matters. So very romantic. The patient man gets the prize. Lydi**

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for this wonderful review Lydi. I am so happy you liked this.

[willweb]

It's beautiful you write from out of another time era, and see yourself as forlorn dear Will, that's something special about this piece, it brings us back, and gives us a glimp of the world a poet like you can bring with words. You spell the elusiveness of love well out here, just to look at it, embrace it with thoughts, but never touch it, it's almost a meditation so amazing, truly romantic, thank you for this poem, for me to read today Will... :)

- Elisa

[willweb]

Dear Elisa, your wonderful review has touched me today. Thank you for being so nice to me. It just seems I always reach for what I can't have, but I will wait - patiently.

You are always welcome, and yes, that's a fact of being a true romantic... so recognizable.. sigh! :)

[Matching Socks]

This is simply beautiful.
So filled with longing, and seeing beauty where others may overlook it.
And knowing, exactly, what you want.
May your muse shower her affection upon you.
If she read this she would surely swoon.
Heck, I'm even swooning! Well, maybe teetering, like a mad woman.
Good write TypeW... good write.

[willweb]

Thanks so very much Ance. Happy this one made you teeter and swoon like a mad type B.