Farling

Walden Pond

come with me my love

dance with me my darling

we'll collect seashells by an ocean where the tide is low and the sky is high

skipping rocks on a bottomless, glass pond deep in the woods

because destiny has braille faith and fate has seeing goods

where the lips of kisses never tell lies and passion never grows old or tires

we'll pick apples in eden's orchard when our souls are hungry

swimming naked in surreptitious waters

me, one of love's wanting sons

you, one of heaven's starlit daughters

we don't need a reason

we don't need a season

the time is now and the possibilities boundless

as tall, straight trees stand guard like immutable soldiers safe

take my hand

take my heart

in a place where an embrace is eternal

a place where near is far and far is near

a place where the voice of adoration is crystal clear

hear the song of the sweet, iridescent starling

come with me my love

dance with me my darling

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh for the poet to again wax lyrical! For years and years a mode of expression that had been laid to the side. But the gentle flow, rising and ebbing of sweetness through words brings the heart so much closer to the finer emotions that within us reside. Thanks for sharing, Pete. Frederick.

[Pete]

wow, sounds like you were fully immersed! thanks so much for kind appreciation ... :)

[redd Brick Keshner]

and thanks again for being the ferryman to the mind.

[Chris Shaw]

Wow Pete. This is quite a different write from you. Your muse certainly took you on an alternative path. This is both romantic and descriptive. Maybe it's a dream, maybe it's wishful thinking. Whatever, I loved it.

Chris

[Pete]

thanks chris. i think oft times dreams and wishful thinking can be one and the same. past memories can find their way in as well. sweet dreams chris ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

Have a great day Pete. All the best from across the pond.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

This sounded like a beautiful song of romance, promises and fulfillments. I like how you used the pond that inspired Thoreau. You inspire us as he inspired you, Marvelous sir Pete.

[Pete]

ha, i just can't shake that pond or anything to with my muse for that matter. beautiful souls never die. thanks so much for encouraging words ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! So true and well said. On to lake wobagan.