A sword at his side
looking ahead
always ready
alert and prepared..
A million ideas
perfectly ordered
comprehended in depth
ready to share..
A sense of humour
sharp as a blade
a hand on the trigger
of irony and wit..
A spirit of love
always aware
nothing escapes
his sense or mind..
He is brilliant,
a wonder..
His heart beats
like a lion's,
gentle and kind..
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Lara
Have you ever walked
in the light of the moon,
where the day slips away
to a distant world?
If you have,
you might have seen
the weeping willow
at the sun's retreat.
She sways gently
and waits..
never hurried
she waits...
It won't be long
till a song will come.
She is miraculous,
a wonder..
threadbare spun,
a silky moonbeam,
pure silver light.
in the light of the moon,
where the day slips away
to a distant world?
If you have,
you might have seen
the weeping willow
at the sun's retreat.
She sways gently
and waits..
never hurried
she waits...
It won't be long
till a song will come.
She is miraculous,
a wonder..
threadbare spun,
a silky moonbeam,
pure silver light.
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