![]() ConversationsA Poem by Souladareatease
By Souladareatease and Grace
Read me a poem Under the Sickle moon With the songs of the night Winds on the eaves, Whispers of nocturnal birds Hands entwined While coffee steams Sing me a song along our throated sigh with deep words laid in savour tastes dipped in being herein days upon evenings eyes aligned In coffee kiss I shall choose a song Of the songbird Warble my dreams Through the air to reach providence's ear to tease the soul to fascinate Such songs one must hear sweetened song dove feather of hair vision in light floating waves touching island poised in perfect Grace spellbound Poems shall speak Of tightened knots On lavender stalks Adorning crystals And glistening silver On rivers of gold Tied with rainbows perfect played rhythms of life's love giving the reason perfect unions the silken treasure worth such spending forever gifted splendour Sing I the song Of Naomi and Ruth Recite you the poem Of bards of yore When hearth they lay For a night sojourn With their Holy Book Conversations of air Near and faraway. © 2013 SouladareateaseReviews
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