Amidst All Care

Delightedly tracing footsteps of fabulous feelings
Catching glimpses of symphonic senses
Wheeling round and round this sound
On sensuous and flighty ground

We doubled back to find our tracks
Scored upon the icy shores of past
And once we saw with open jaw
The scope of hope at long last

Those sacred wells that no one quells
Are scripted into stone
And buried there amidst all care
As modeled modes we've flown

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is so beautiful. Makes one almost hear music .. it is a little melancholy to me .. perhaps only my mood today..."On sensuous and flighty ground" , this is a very nice line..
Hope .. a word I love.. without hope, what is left? "Scored upon icy shores of past"... makes me think of times gone that were not what was wanted.

"Those sacred wells that no one quells
Are scripted into stone
And buried there betwixt all care
As modeled modes we've flown"

A beautiful last verse.. modeled music flown.

Chloe

[Ruth]

There is such beauty in this :) Wonderment! Each line perfectly designed and gives the perfect strike! xx

[Ladysue]

This is very beautiful and reads like a song. I like how this pieces looks back and ends in triumph...I like the title too. wonderful work.