Orbitally Re-Arranged

a little piece about a friend from accross the sea

 

Orbitally Re-Arranged

she was sitting there, right in front of me

I reached out, but could not grasp

music floating, from the vision that I see

touched her hand, try to attach a clasp

everything was modifed, not the same as before

orbitally re-arranged, from versions that proceeded

I listen intently, for a knocking on my door

hoping to absorb, her strength I so desperately needed

she is from another place, another place in time

her voice so soothing, accent like ye of times past

trying to remember, when old tree I try to climb

reaching ever higher, a stone I strain to cast

if only she could breath, the sound to mesmerize

she sometimes seems orderly, so meek and yes so mild

the lashes of extreme, try to cover up her eyes

you wonder if beneath it all, there might be something wild

shifting in demensions, monotomic elelments survive

shaping our minds, with auburn colors on the crown

pure honesty, pure love, no nothing is contrive

waiting for the man from Zaga, to finally touch down

Gomer LePoet...

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

You have done an amazing job with this poem about PoppySilver. I really like it. An example of how we inspire each other to write. My favorite line is,
"you wonder if beneath it all, there might be something wild".

[Ruth]

OMG! Thank you love, this is awesome! I am touched! Seriously, got a few titles in there too! lol Awesome, you are a star :) lol
I am honored, thank you!

"if only she could breath"........Would be nice at times lmao

Thank you and thank you again, love:) Hugssssssssssssss

xx