...and you whispered

...and you whispered, 'speak to me of love',

   the spaces 'tween the soft rain on a summer's day

         tangerine skies that glisten over a moonlit bay

a quiver of heartstrings, the arrow that swiftly flies

    sharing the wind within a spring's hushed lullaby

   dance's rhythm as one in giving unselfishly 

        yet, movement as separate breath's unto each other

the gentle bend of olive branches, roots of a majestic oak,

   heart's inner peace planted in lush gardens of fruitful faith

courage to fear the nakedness of vulnerability's passion,

    weaknesses endearing strength in the eye of storms,

   acceptance that affection has one purpose but to be fulfilled

       small gestures, melting melodies of praise, 

a prayer of endearment's trust in the enthralling pain

     of being touched by overwhelming tenderness, 

        to dream a dream upon another soul's desire of willfulness

               in the gift that can not be denied for a lifetime

"Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls." 
― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

Author's Note

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

what a sweet, romantic, dreamy write.. has me sighing, thinking.. I want that... such gorgeous lines in this.. dances well with the beautiful music.. I am going to call you the queen of flow, because your flow is always so exquisite and enchanting within your pieces... we all want that person that is going to be the eye in our storm, calming us when things get stormy, someone that gives us "butterflies" when we see them, think of them, or are near them... someone gives us courage, comfort, accepting us for who we are and understanding what makes us "tick"... someone that shows such tenderness and love... that knows that it is in the "little things" that are so endearing and meaningful..

Never heard this song before, but the longer I listen to it, the more I really like it...

another amazing write ma'am... this one has the hopeless romantic in me sighing with bliss.. shame on you for touching the mushy side and stimulating her to speak... jeeez.... makes me want to go write something sweet and tender.. grrr @ you!!

[Frieda P]

Enthralled with your review April, you know after all that sex, craziness and rock n' roll, you need to write something that is more down to earth. We all thrive for this kind of love, unfortunately, it's usually only found in poetry unless you're one of the really lucky ones...your sweet words always make me smile. Sorry, not really. :)

[Frieda P]

Oh and Dave Matthews does a fabulous version of this song with Santana also it's a bit more jazzy though...think you'd love that one too.

[AprilRN1210]

yes, I guess you are right... might as well come back to Earth.. if we must... guess, I haven't been one of the "lucky ones" yet... sorry not really what?.. that you bring out the mushy in me... well dang it.. you should! shame on you...... and yes, will have to go check it out.. love santana... course you know I love music in general...

[Frieda P]

Yes the mushy part...ha it's good to see that pink underbelly once in a while sassy spice. ;)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VRQbN94mhQ

[AprilRN1210]

yeah... well, not many can touch it, but you are sneaky... oooh, I do like this... love the way that man caresses and makes love with that guitar... something so dang sexy about it... wheeeew... thank you for sharing that with me... with the sensual voice and the hot guitar, temperature just increased a few notches :)

[Frieda P]

You're just an old softy at heart, you can't fool me sweetie....yep great song, couldn't decide which version to use, I love them both...

[AprilRN1210]

this one does suit this piece better... if you were trying to add more sensual seduction the other would fit better... but for the tone and message of this one, I think you choose perfectly... and hey! I admit nothing..... nope...

[R Smith]

A beautiful poem of love after the recent storm of lust and debauchery, well done Frieda, you have many strings to your bow, in fact more strings than a hundred bows.

[Rene Salinas]

I am not sure if it is a common experience but when I think about ideals I tend to look up to the skies more a reflex than anything I could soundly explain. Frieda decided to to reach up (so to speak) and pull down the elementals of harmony, them creatures which hover over musical inspiration to create a "well - behaved " piece. As the writing unfolds it is a serene journey of acceptance, of discovery and of being discovered. The part that made me stop and completely got me was that which suggests small gestures. I think we have been led to belive in this age of digital and mechanical solutions that we may be able to find the cure for many things with dramatic changes. Frieda instead invites to an opening to the imperceptible.

Enchanting.

Thankyou

[Cassie]

Wow!!!!!!! I totally love this Frieda

[jacob erin-cilberto]

terrific write...like two dreams making love...there is such comfort in this write....but you do that so easily...and you blend in such alliteration...

giving each other strength in the eye of the storm.

[Sophy Freebirds]

"To love,to share,to death us do part"- jeezz!! I haven't vowed that to anyone. But yea Freida the sharing of souls as you mentioned depends on "fruitful faith"... "nakedness of vulnerabilities passion"- i loved this line,because i hate being vulnerable,i have closed up myself. This line touched me deeply. "The acceptance- is greatest of all things.. " we should accept 'em with all their flaws. The tender ending of your poem filled me with loving emotions.. your best i have read.. :)

~Sophy

[KK]

Iv enjoyed many poems, writings, and pieces, but this poem, by you, takes the cake. Congratulations. I enjoyed

[kublakhan27]

The only way I know how to begin here is by making it clear that I'm in tears...I don't know, this one just went right to my heart love...I was trying to keep track of favourite lines as I made my way through but by the time I got to 'courage to fear the nakedness of vulnerability's passion' I gave up...this is one of the best love poem you've ever written...it's a masterpiece...

a quiver of heartstrings, the arrow that swiftly flies...I know where that arrow went Mr.R...it may take all night to get it out of my chest...I admire many writers, and yet none of them inspire me to write in the way you have here...you have dialed into the essence of a wonderful writer, and you've produced something that transcends that writer...you're amazing...sigh...I'm speechless...I want to get lost in this poem and never emerge...do you realize how good this poem is? It's beautiful...and none of this has to do with the fact that I know you...you have touched me with this piece...this is the most gorgeous thing I've read in a long time, and I know it didn't take you long to write...you're just that good...you were born to do this...xo

[Frieda P]

Sigh, you've blown me away again with your review Steve, I'm totally speechless, humbled beyond words my sweet poetic friend. Can't say more....much love xo