Hush the Distant Roar of Darkness
I cannot hear even a whisper
when daylight stretches
into my dreamer's sea
to hush the distant roar of darkness.
When the sun lies upon the lips
resting on all the wonder
before my eyes.
I am speechless as I find
the valley of golden roses
where sweetness
separates each breath
of beauty I inhale.
Pure joy brushes in waves
across the skies
and swirls down
upon the mountains
as I am gently held
by the hand of morning.
How could I possibly
tell the comfort
of my dreamer's sea
that I wish for the moon
to continue shining down so free.
When I have been captured
by the beauty
that glanced my way
when daylight stretched out
his golden hand to me.
Copyright *Neva Fores @2011
I too, live for the daylight...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDelete"How could I possibly
ReplyDeletetell the comfort
of my dreamer's sea" great line Neva...beautiful!
wonderful poetry
ReplyDeleteA deep feeling of peace and harmony gives me this ethereal poem.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful - to be 'gently held
ReplyDeleteby the hand of morning' - and magical.
D'une beautée remarquable Neva
ReplyDeletemerveilleuse poésie.
gorgeous prose..!
ReplyDeleteDeep feelings well expressed
ReplyDeletebeautiful ethereal poem.
ReplyDeleteSo very beautiful and sweet.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Beauty and Grace. Enriching Read,Lady Neva.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely lovely. I'm glad we connected even if through a little rock in life ;)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful ,Neva
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