|
Posted on 05/08/2005 8:31:59 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
|
Thank You. It is what we Finns do on Summer Solstice.
Good evening Ms. Feather.
Such beautiful finds in The Lair today! Thank you and thanks to all.
Good evening, ms marlowe.
Glad you enjoyed the finds.
:-)
*HUGS*
Soft the touch of your hand
as soft as your lips so sweet
and I envision both in dreamland
treasures that come and go so fleet
Would I could sample them for real
at leisure's pace to my content
for I might then truly know the feel
oh for such a wonder truly fate sent
Meadow Magic
Dragonfly, Dragonfly,
master of the meadow’s skies,
mastered by her Fairy eyes,
and will be till the day he must die.
Wild and free, he is hers all the same,
as she to him by love’s chains aglow,
each are but half of a magic show,
part of ancient mythology in name.
Their time in this realm is short,
and so live to the fullest that they can,
both are rare and living jewels to scan,
yet invisible, for such is their sort.
Soaring over meadows in silent flight,
slipping amid trees in the deep wood,
they fly together as myths should,
for together they are magic so right.
Gorgeous poem. I will respond tomorrow.
Thank You.
Have a good sleep.
Sleep?
But when am I to have time for my Steel Wool Knitting class, or my Garbage Disposal Hotrodding workshop???
Who am I?
Immortal Lament
In stygian dark I wait here,
for night is my world.
Darkness holds no fear,
for I am High Lord so old.
Even in darkness, I see all,
and hear all, remembering.
Here dreams are for dismembering,
such is night’s reason and call.
In my ancient task I’ve grown cold
as the space between the stars so dear.
My life is now in darkness curled,
and my soul is stripped of love I fear.
Good morning.
Who am I?
Nice gift you have left us.
This is so good.
GOOD MORNING!
As the day gleams under the shining sun
May you too glow with health this day
And set your own feet upon the way
To eve, and hearth, and life's fun
Share this single day with others, friend
A priceless treasure beyond gold or jewel
Each but once it comes around, fate's tool
And you have it all to live, and lend.
Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before.
Good afternoon, to you Sir.
Lovely Blessing this morning. Thank You.
I have to go out for a while so see you later.
Disclaimer: Opinions posted on Free Republic are those of the individual posters and do not necessarily represent the opinion of Free Republic or its management. All materials posted herein are protected by copyright law and the exemption for fair use of copyrighted works.
