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Whimsical Meanderings From The Song of Songs

Contributed by baronhawk on Friday, 26th March 2004 @ 09:25:31 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Upon the gentle blowing of the evening breeze
in the fading rays of the setting sun
I see the past and future streaming by
billowed by the winds of time

visions flying on the wings of hope
dreams floating on the wisps of love
tales that tells of things from long ago
stories that stirs the thoughts of tomorrow

beyond this veil of space and time
I see across the lands of fate
soaring on the tides of truth
breaking from the coils of mortal ken

diving in the depths of memory
swimming in the pools of celestial sense
tasting the fruits of Eden's glen
shuddering in delight and ecstasy

waking up in the green green dale
in the valley of fantasy
on the isle of wishful whims
upon the flight of fanciful dreams

but in this wakeful world of ours
I still see the makings of a dream
the stories and tales that we might still tell
for the world still has a lot to achieve

upon our hopes and dreams are pinned
the futures and pasts that we have planned
so ride the rainbows and bestride the earth
making it as beautiful and as wonderful as we can.




Copyright © baronhawk ... [ 2004-03-26 21:25:31]
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Re: Whimsical Meanderings From The Song of Songs (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Friday, 26th March 2004 @ 11:16:03 PM AEST
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One word---WOW---!

I feel awed and enthralled by this one. Do you ever read poetry and wish you had written the particular one you are reading? Thats how I feel when I read this I think, I would love to have written this because it is beautiful. It paints a picture in the mind that is so strong and powerful that I can't concentrate on typing this comment instead I want to sit looking all dreamy just thinking about your poem.

This was exquisite. I'm impressed.

*Sighs*

Send some inspiration my way!

Kie


Re: Whimsical Meanderings From The Song of Songs (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 12:50:01 AM AEST
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The past is gone, today is done, but we always have a tomorrow waiting on us. It is our choice as to what to do with it. Great piece of work.

Rita


Re: Whimsical Meanderings From The Song of Songs (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Saturday, 27th March 2004 @ 01:05:54 AM AEST
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Ahhhhhhhhnow we see the dreaming part of you.
Marvelous imagination, comes to life wih visions of things present, past, and yet in view.
Riding the carpet of dreams, I say this today, because I love riding carpets....viewing life from above, looking down, more control, and able to pull out when on a roll!
With dreams we would die, literally our souls would simply dry up and blow away!
Dreams nourish our spirit, soul, hearts, our very being and make life worthwhile, for the seeing!
Exquisite Delight! I say BaronHawk...you just made my day.
love
consue




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