Such longing speaks
in hidden corners of my mind;
such longing speaks
in each syllable that I seek ~
in words of poems that I can find
to clutch my soul...forever bind,
such longing speaks.
II.
Oh how my heart sings to rejoice, to dance
on delicate wings that flutter to fly,
in every breath and every sigh,
to dream of true love and such sweet romance.
And fate beckons hope to just take a chance,
as promise of love shines 'neath sapphire sky;
oh how my heart sings to rejoice, to dance
on delicate wings that flutter to fly.
Essence is captured in each fleeting glance
as spirit soars free in each hungered cry
and faith echoes on kissed winds to espy
miracles of trust, touched feelings entranced.
Oh how my heart sings, to rejoice...to dance.
III.
To simply be, in silence found
in secret's wish, to us surround;
where words are stilled in quiet eyes
to hide behind this old disguise,
as feelings glow without a sound.
Such urges surge to here dumbfound,
as future looms to swoon...resound
and promise lingers, here defies
to simply be...
Mutual thoughts so tightly bound,
amazing selves to here astound;
passion cherishes precious prize
in wordless whispers and speechless sighs,
in love soon sought, etched so profound.
To simply be...
A trilogy of 3 poems: Rondelet, Rondel and a Rondeau
