It’s a beautiful day to believe
…it will be.
Shadows play across
bridges of thought, through
keys and strings and other
musical things which attach
themselves to my heart.
You come to me amid
the harmony of their waves
(I wander)
lost in those quiet realms
of splendour.
Was it always this magical
or,
is it merely time’s
indifference.
I gaze at welcome rain upon
misted windows
better there than in my eyes
Yet,
still so glad I dared to burn
my fingers in your flame.
~*~
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I’ve been reading ahead to get the point where I can leave a comment (being so far behind in reading SC’s) and what a treat!
I enjoyed reading the range of your talents here…Transient and Flying Duck were wonderful! Actually everything was wonderful.
And I really loved the powerful but simple direction you took with the ‘Study in Black’ prompt.
I am always so impressed with your writing.
Lovely enchanting poetry. So soft and cool through most of it, then the short sharp burn at the end. Nice write
So powerful… and your lines took me deep within…
‘I gaze at welcome rain upon
misted windows
better there than in my eyes’
yes the rain drops running downwards on the window glass makes me think of rain too… and then you ended it all your great imagery….
thanks for sharing…
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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wonderful images here, and the tone I love, both lend a hand in the feel and the flow:) Thanks
Beautifully penned and the ending lines still linger with me…perfect! ~ Rose
music that brings memories, I sure do know that feeling 🙂
i love the ending lines…so soulful and beautiful ~
beautiful ….thank you for sharing x
loved the last lines
Bren,
I feel that this has a nice spell binding rhythm to it…
… came back a second time, and I felt “captured” again.
This very captivating to read.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
Awesome in imagery and mood. Love the last couple of lines. Rain upon misted windows suggests it’s cold and gloomy, yet the narrator’s tone and thoughts are warm. Burning fingers in flame suggest initial reluctance, but the lines end with no regret but gladness of having went into it. Really enjoyed reading this.
This has a magical, mystical air about it.
Beautiful day to be burned in your gaze, in the autumn blaze, in the music of the phase. Nicely penned!
Magical feelings… I have nominated you for The Versatile Blogger Award:
http://seabell.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/the-versatile-blogger-award/
Beautiful… I especially like the last 6 lines.
Very dreamlike and serene. Enjoyed it.
sounds like it was well worth the burn…i much like the dreamy mood in this…feels almost like a dance..
nice….a dare worth taking, for it not what would you have….well written piece…enjoyed it…
You know burning ones hand over a flame might kind of umm hurt. Not to mention you play with fire and then something supposedly happens in bed..haha…really liked the opening, such a great play on words and the pic.
Your words dance like the flame… or like rain 😉
I like this piece.
Thanks Bren