"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Gossamer
-Gossamer-
World weariness,
the heaviness of sacrifice and waiting...
the beaten down heart,
that longs to feel the giddy spinning wheel of love
flow through every gate.
To dance replete,
a joyful song
resounding in the meadows of childhood
lost for too long.
To meet,
reborn in the arms of life's living love,
the tender mercy of God's great gift
to each and every one.
A mate,
to measure this timeless gambol and gate,
to skip in sweet line,
from this moment
to forever resigned...
to know joy once more,
to fly upon diaphanous wings into an open sky,
twirling in the sunlit presence from above,
in gossamer airs that only two may know,
in love.
© Richard Michael Parker 2011
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Marc Chagall - Le Cantique des Cantiques IV, 1960
Huile sur papier, marouflé sur toile
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