Inklings

Inklings

A Poem by Deborah Shepard

 

 

As I take my ink to send you my dearest one,
I remember the last embrace at the challis moonlight
Beautiful dreamer takes me in thee , I am she awaits you fro beyond
Where love legends stem still strong
Darling you memorized me
 
The first toast of champagne , I felt the tenders kiss
I shall always feel like this in each emerald plight
My wandering shining prince of tides
Shall you beckon me at the courtyard door?
 
 
My captured spirit feels each embraced kiss
The lips cross the erodes of time
Shall I play the lilac violin to strings of my heart
I feel each one is tugged as we are distance apart
 
 
Come to the vesper fairy's forest find me there
My enchanted one, lost in your everlasting arms I feel
The softest trees shelter my being, you see my soul is not yet free
To join me you must be heavens key to release all the torment in me
I just feel inklings my darling , my eyes cry for thee
 

 

© 2008 Deborah Shepard


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Absolutely beautiful, Debbie, my friend.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Deborah Shepard
Deborah Shepard

yelm, WA



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..