29 Tuesday May 2012
Posted in Poetry
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connection, destiny, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, nature, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom, wonder
I know this song
the sound of leaves
whispers fill the forest
I close my eyes
and hear the evening tide
a melody remembered
is played again at twilight
once given to the trees
when love befell the dreamer
notes of ash and walnut
were floated out to sea
I wonder do they miss
the shore
another place they sing
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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The dreamer remembers every melody and every passion felt within, for all of nature made a perfect melody that everything enjoyed together as one long breath of beautiful life!
Yes, Wendell. I wrote this because the shore is one of my favorite places to be, but so is the mountains and the woods. I’ve found that when I am at the shore and close my eyes, the sound is the same as the wind through the trees……..and when in the woods, it is the eternal sound of tides returning to the shore. They are the same ~ music of love ~ written for one ~ played for another. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie