Opal Stars, Velvet Dreams

Just another love poem

~

My thirst now deep ~ I long to quench,

to sip this periwinkle wine

In goblets cut of harvest moons,

impassioned pleas now cast of time

 

Tender kisses ~ sonnets placed

on fevered lips near rainbow streams

In golden castles made of sand,

I've knelt beside you in my dreams

 

As whispered winds ~ I've called to you,

before the dew of morning beads

and sunlight forms the northern star,

in measured breaths of tempted needs

 

In rustled leaves ~ I've heard your voice

beneath the dark where crickets play

That echoed through my aching heart,

harmonic to the light of day

 

From mountain top ~ my vision soars

‘cross fertile valleys emerald green

In search of perfect precious love,

amidst this beauty I have seen

 

Beyond the shades ~ of here and now

I've felt your breath beneath my skin

I've tasted sweet your tender smile

and felt the longing deep within

 

For in this mist ~ of moistened glow

the heart reflects on distant wing

In melodies of long ago,

desires silent evenings bring

 

With opal stars ~ I write your name

in shimmered streaks across the night

Where darkened velvet curtains fall

on windswept dreams of sweet delight

 

And now we stand ~ together pure,

a' glow this jasmine moon above

Two fires of a single flame

among the rhyme of written love

 

Wishes fly ~ on silver whims,

far beyond each silent cloud

As evening finds us lost again

in precious love forever vowed

~

 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very romantic and with unique imagery, this one. I especially liked the verse that inspired the title. Set to music, this would make a great love song.

[willweb]

Thank you sir. I appreciate your kind comments

[Chris Shaw]

Not just another love poem will. Yours are written brimful of romance and are a pleasure to read. Wonderful description and imagery contained in your stanzas. You delight your readers.

[willweb]

What a nice thing to say. You humble me Chris. Thank you so much

[Steel Magnolia]

I have always maintained the opinion that when it comes to the various stages of love, be it in song or poem, it is undoubtedly better expressed by men. I have an opinion on this phenomenon as well, but let’s not take up too much of your time. Know that you have not disappointed me

[willweb]

Well, thank you very much. I am happy that you enjoyed this and really would like to know your thoughts on why you feel men are better at this type of poetry/song.

[Steel Magnolia]

Alright then. I should mention I speak for myself and in general here. As a woman of 68 (keep that to yourself) with a propensity to analyse everything to the grave, I ’ll try to keep it brief. Let’s see - well, women have complicated thought processes; an insatiable need to be understood, so we tend to try to cover all the bases all at once. (I suspect because we are naturally prone to nurture.) When I try to write about love; it tends to read according to romantic precepts, it’s not what I want to say, it becomes complicated or overwhelming in emotion, (Love, it would seem, is not my forte.) In contrast, men aren’t complicated, men aren’t naturally romantic they’re not hindered by how they should make one feel, they just write. The result – real and concise.

[willweb]

Ah, I see. : ) Thanks for sharing that and as far as the age thing., it will be our secret.

[AYVID N]

Wow, this poem absolutely tops in imagery here, Willweb. I'm also marveling at the flawless meter and rhyme. Even among your very best love poems, this is one of the loveliest.

"to sip this periwinkle wine
In goblets cut of harvest moons"

No words....I just sip and sip from these lines...

[willweb]

What a nice thing to say my friend. Your beautiful word gifts and so much fun for me to open.

[AYVID N]

Its with a lot of focus and effort that we get to a place of such effortless writing, my friend. Never stop and let the pen go rust.

[W. Barrett Munn]

The final quatrain is the best with its natural sounding near rhymes supporting rather than driving the message.

Winston

[willweb]

Thanks so much Winston, I appreciate your visit today.

[Shelley Warner]

I like the longing in this poem. Especially the words: " In rustled leaves ~ I've heard your voice

beneath the dark where crickets play". It makes me think of a man out in nature who is thinking about a love that is gone or is hoping to find true love.

[willweb]

Thank you again Shelly. I am happy you liked this and happy you now know I can write poetry using real words. : ) I appreciate your visit and your take on this is pretty spot on.

[Shelley Warner]

I'm glad I was spot on. You're good with real words and with nonsense words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry Will. I liked the flow of the poetry. You brought me in and you held me. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks again Coyote. I appreciate your nice comments

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.

[Mystical Ink]

I'm feeling the love and heaven at the same time. Amazing as always, Will. I enjoyed the read.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much