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At night, under a clear sky, I dream of you
drifting through the portal of another time
a lullaby whispering through the green pines
poetry echoes throughout this soul of blue
wandering alone seeking life's subtle rhymes
at night, under a clear sky, I dream of you
drifting through the portal of another time
whirling in darkness until light comes in view
in the grand scheme of things, is love sublime
reality and fantasy too difficult to define
at night, under a clear sky, I dream of you
drifting through the portal of another time
a lullaby whispering through the green pines
written for dVerse
hosted by Grace writing an English Madrical
Author's note: I am not sure how I did but, thanks for reading
I haven't been feeling well, so my mind is still a bit hazy.
Also linking with What's Going On - Light
hosted by Susan
Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
This is so beautiful, poignant, and moving, True. I hope you feel better soon.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned madrigal poem. Love your haunting refrain:
ReplyDeleteat night, under a clear sky, I dream of you
drifting through the portal of another time
a lullaby whispering through the green pines
The poignant tone is very much moving and the repetition works so well with the theme. Beautiful, Truedessa.
ReplyDeleteI love the way the green pines throw their colour throughout your lovely madrigal, Truedessa, heightening the romance. I know how illness can affect you - get well soon.
ReplyDeleteTruedessa, Susan has been unable to post a comment on your site and asked me to paste her comment here for you: Wow! The rhythm of the repeated line! It blends so lovingly with the moments surrounding it. Like "wandering alone seeking life's subtle rhymes." You have found them here. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteTruedessa, you've captured so many emotions swirling around the love between two souls. It resonates deeply with me. So many good lines that sing:
ReplyDelete"lullaby whispering through the green pines"
" is love sublime
reality and fantasy too difficult to define
at night, under a clear sky"
You ask a question, is it real or not? As a friend of mine once told me, "it's real enough."
Sorry you're feeling under the weather, Truedessa. Wishing you warm weather and sunshine, the green of spring.
finely done ~
ReplyDeleteSorry you don't feel well. The poem isn't hazy!
ReplyDeleteYour Madrigal is beautiful ... all about love and longing.
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