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[delicate_flower]

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Far into the dark where the stars do not shine,
Deep inside my heart where love slowly dies,
A blue light glows without a burning source;
A blue light shines without gentle remorse.
Sleeping inside my soul, under a broken tree,
A delicate feature revealed itself to me.

High inside the clouds where the snow lightly calls,
Buried inside my soul where tears quickly fall,
A soft voice whispers without a staining crease;
A soft voice lingers without a silent peace.
Swerving through the trees, beneath the lowly sky,
A tender song swirls from my heart's little sigh.

Near the steady shore where water touches sand,
Hidden in my mind where love caresses my hand,
Where the sun cannot rise without a shallow dawn,
Where the sun will not rise without a worthless song...

Waiting inside my heart, below the empty night,
Serenity hangs on, never promised a delight;
Falling on the leaves, picking the silver strings,
The fragile song of my heart is lonelier than it seems.

-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
-~ April 16, 2004 ~-

 

[Quixotic the Pedestrian]

I liked that. Keep writing

 

[two feathers]

I felt that one.

Great choice of words, especially your adjectives.

Dark, haunting, reflective...my kinda poetry.

10 out of 10 stars, without question.

 

[GaulishScot4Christ]

 

[jameseb]

You already know what I think of your poetry. The posts above speak the truth of it.... your words are gilded beauty.

Now what are you going to call it...?

 

[delicate_flower]

Thank you for reading and you are all very kind with your responses.

Oh and Eric... I'm still thinking of a title. It's taking me longer than I thought! Be speaken to you later!