Until I Write a Tale
Until I write a tale which surpasses the beauty of a rose
Shakes the face of the sun 'til he smiles
Creates a fabric, I alone chose
To hold in my hands
Awhile
Until my hand recalls the melody, I sang long ago
Its words beam from the spirit of my ink
Into each breaking of day I know
Upon these pages I will write
All I think
No words shall I ever forget to whisper within
Until I know, you can hear them all
In the spirit of my verse again
And you forget
Your walls
Until I write a tale which touches the very soul of you
Makes you smile along with the sun
I will weave these words it's true
'Till this fabric I chose
Is done
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
"Till this fabric I chose
ReplyDeleteIs done ..........." Wonderful poem,my friend...as always.. :-)
Oh my goodness, I think this is the most beautiful poem I've ever read. Every single word is perfect weaving your loavely heartfelt wish throughout which touches me on so many levels! Thank you for this today!
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, with good news.
ReplyDeleteGreat write!!
ReplyDeletePassion, captured in a few lines. The muse has blessed you.
ReplyDeleteThe sound just weaves a fabric of hope
ReplyDeletelove the ending, very good neva as usual. "Until I write a tale which touches the very soul of you
ReplyDeleteMakes you smile along with the sun
I will weave these words it's true
'Till this fabric I chose
Is done"
agree with lorilynn - I was going to say almost exactly the same thing!!
ReplyDeleteUn autre sublime poème ma douce amie.. !!!
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