About the Poem
True love as seen in a fantasy world, or perhaps in our dreams.
It Matters Not |
| by Peta Elizabeth Downes |
| He weaves his way over the sunlit blades of emerald leaves, And the crystal stream babbles tales of certain dreams and hopes and loves. The air resounds with hidden wings, a gentle breeze Caressing Daisies and Buttercups, nodding softly to themselves entranced by the recital of the crystal ripples. Enchanted beams of purest light...golden.. dazzling reflect from the depths of passion filled eyes, lighting his way unto her. She weaves her way among the falling Blossoms, a striking darkness against the pure white cascade, of falling petals. Creating a carpet of silk for her to travel. The trees whisper tales of truest love, and the wind chimes gently sing Soothing songs of hope...patience...forever. Filling her soul and mind. Shadows lengthen, the first shimmering star pokes through the dusky haze of night Fireflies weave their way through darkened groves, creating a fairyland of dreams Entwined in a circle, flowers, fireflies and trees Gather to watch, the two becoming one. The first tender touch, The first longing kiss Colours brighten, glowing brilliant in the fairy tale night. Nature falls into an adoring silence As it listens to the singing of two hearts finding their destiny creating a love to remember forever. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Cindy
A beautiful poem.
Philip
this is a most inticing and honest interpetation of the hearts truest desires of perfect love
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