~ Free Flight

~ A Hungarian poetic story of love, the love she felt for her love, and free love... at where he is, or might be ~

 

~ Free Flight

 

 

The view from my front porch

Inspires me to play again

The freedom in my blood

Flows through my veins

 

The sky is more blue than ever

And the birds fly free above

The flow of the stream is

Hurtling me inspiration

 

The days where we danced

Are unfortunately no longer,

But nothing is keeping me

In order for you to play

 

My song to you, humming;

To touch your sensitive strings

My heart for you to feel

I will always love and shall recall

 

And you do dream on days

Like this, where nothing hold me back

Where I am free and fly

In the thoughts I give you my

 

Love song, and explanation

On your soul where

You will see me again encounter

If our paths will cross again

 

And I find my way, as you yours

Days are with us, no sorrow

We celebrate life,

We sing and make music

 

In and after death, I will play for you

My musical thoughts flow with you

Your soul will be resurrected

In the light of the band that we have

 

Just fly, 

Fly my angel…

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

~ A Hungarian poetic story of love, the love she felt for her love, and free love... at where he is, or might be ~



Thank you xx

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

This is a very intriguing piece... I could not figure out who's the muse here... Was it a onetime encounter on a stage or were they both in the band and parted ways ..yet their love for music continues... They now walk a separate path and gone their separate ways ... yet perhaps and who knows maybe their path may cross again... There's no doubt about it. They both love music and play instruments...

It's just my love for Hungary

Sorry my friend, WC is glitching, I said: It's just my love for Hungary, and Europe in general, and when I was there, I had a wonderful time, listening their gipsy and nomad music, traveling through old streets, sniffing the air.... Hungary is a muse. :) as many other countries here in Europe.... :) I love your reviews always, they make my heart smile :) Neil!! xx

[NeiL ArandA]

ahhh ....your thoughts are so deep...I thought i could decipher it ....LOL thanks for the tip...

They are, oops, sorry :P :) I am reading you, you make me smile again!

[PearlPoet]

~~~~~~~~~~~smiles~~~~~~~~~~~

Are you sure that you don’t have some Hungarian heritage in you????? You have created a beautiful tranquil flow between the song and your poem and that’s not just because you are a great writer but because you can sense the true essence around you ~hugs~
Thank you Beautiful Friend for showing me this delight!

Hey, thank you so much! :) maybe I have, have so much in my blood, who knows... he he. I'm a true mongrel Eurasian... it means much to me you like this piece my dear friend, thank you again.... **smiling** take much care (((YOU)))

[icelandicblue]

The poem is gorgeous. It's eternal echo sends chills down my spine. Especially that last stanza:

In and after death, I will play for you
My musical thoughts flow with you
Your soul will be resurrected
In the light of the band that we have

Just fly,

Fly my angel…

I cannot articulate how beautiful and free those words are. So much so that they choke me up. To love another beyond the physical the possibilities soar with such a depth it buries me in thought and contemplation.

Good very early morning from here love, thank you with whole my heart, this was an older dream I had.... I remember (I write them all instantely down on paper)... when I woke up.... it's just a piece, as the time in my side of the world is now, 6 AM. And I believe it has something to say to me.... still figuring out all of my vivid dreams... :) I'm so touched by your words... they mean the world to me, have to shower, do thingy's here, but be back for you and your fantastic celtic quill your fan, Eli x

[Edgar Perez]

And this becomes the moment where i cannot stop smiling.

This very moment, captured in my heart.

And it's absolutely beautiful.

(:

Muchas gracias cariño.... aw, so so so glad, you enjoyed this special one ;) maybe I wrote it to you in a past life...... :) ki tudja ..... ;)

[Edgar Perez]

You're absolutely right. who knows? not I, not you.. all I know that it feels
like home when reading it! so it must be true (:

And that's amazing my friend... :)

Thank you Mr. Perez for the fav :)

[Edgar Perez]

You're welcome (:

[Alexander Rodgers]

Wow, why aren't you published? You should be :). This is some of the best poetry I've ever read, no joke.
''The view from my front porch

Inspires me to play again'' I can relate to that indefinably. This whole poem really. Although its through a woman's perspective, I can relate on pretty much everything she is saying. How she longs for him again, and if they meet again she will play her song. I have a song for all those close to me, but sometimes its not the right time to play them. Fantastic work! :)

I'm so grateful to you my friend, and I secretly thought you would like this one ;) it's all in a musical connection :) your ray of words make me happy! :) thanks a lot

[Alexander Rodgers]

You knew :). I love the musical connection. I'm glad haha, and you're certainly welcome :), I've been going through your work from the last page and making my way, i'm gettin' there :P

Aww, no rush ok.... You have done already so much for me....thank you :)

[Alexander Rodgers]

No problem it's what I do :). I am taking my sweet time :D

hehe, nicely said friend ;) I like that vibe.

[Distant horizons]

Such beautiful feelings and emotions of being connected to a love, no matter the distance and dimensions in between. I feel this is a real awakening. playing music for your love who isn't there shows the connection will never fade and the two souls were always and ever shall be destined for each other. Like a reawakening of that love. Wondefully captured Elisa

Yes, a loved one or a deceased one... Thank you so much Lorry dear :)

[Distant horizons]

Welcome :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so beautiful...in life and death, you are always with me.

Thank you dear friend, I'm happy you could visit a true Hungarian bit here, as the travelers mind works :)

[Jetta Zippora]

Very, very beautiful and such a heartfelt write. As always, so much talent and your words soothe my heart. :)

Aw thank you dear, it means much to me to have you by, and so glad you enjoyed it xx

[ba_mcfarlane]

My Dear Elisa,
This is delightful! Would you be so kind as to forward to me the artist's name, I would like to do a YouTube search, add to my playlists...Thanks...Brian

Thank you so much dear friend, they are Hungarian, and the name is:
Muzsikás & Sebestyén Márta (Hungarian folk group) thank you so much for your words, and I'm grateful to have you by! :)

[ba_mcfarlane]

FYI, I was streaming one of my interminable Docs, a Harvard lecture no less. As an aside, one of the pointy heads in the discussion mentioned that the Finns, The Maygars, and the Basques, linguistically at least, are strongly linked. So if you ever tire of that wonderful weather where you live, or have an urge to drink copious amounts of vodka, language wise, you are in like a dirty shirt!

Interesting....