Monday, October 17, 2005

Not Mine

I saved it though ...

faucon

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Meadow Song


You brought dainty blossoms from the meadow--

tinged lavenders, white laces,
sun drops.

"Let's run to the meadow," you tempted.

"Let's stroll through the sweet fragrant field.
We'll roll in a bed of pink clover.

We'll frolic in patches of sun.
We'll flit flower to flower.
The bees will adore us....
O come!"

At first I held back, but you beckoned.

I reached for your hand; we were gone.
We danced on a carpet of sunshine.

We skipped through the tall meadow grass.
Our life was a lyric till night came.



And then you were gone....

You were gone.

Author unknown

3 Comments:

At 3:07 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

It's so beautiful - it COULD be one of yours.

 
At 11:33 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Agreed.

 
At 1:04 AM, Blogger Lois said...

So beautiful and full of promises never to be realised...Oh damm.

Do you think it was written by a woman...a curse on you fellas.

Lois (Muse of the Sea)
19-10-05

 

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