AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Monday, December 24, 2007

Whispering thoughts on the wind

As the dream carries dreams on whispers...
To their destinations...
Just a sigh
And a whisper of longing...
A whisper of dream...
A glimmer of hope....
Standing...watching the waves rush to shore...
And watching the sand dance in the moonlight...
Bare feet...free...dancing
Cool sensation...watching the water trickle...
Like the touch of a guardian angel...
And the hands of a lost soul reaching across the distant shore...
Waiting for the time to be right...
And the sun to shine bright...
Warming the shadows of the heart...

A smile...the touch of a loving smile...
And the faint embrace of an extended arm...
Slowly a tear...a wondrous tear
Rolls down a half smiling half paining cheek...
Perhaps there is magic...
Perhaps dreams are real...
And as the sun warms the face...
All seems to melt away the tears...
And there is only the heart...loving...
Loving the feel of the wind...
The whispers on the wind...the promise of going home...
Home on the wind of dreams...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

WOW! Your poetry is lovely. This one is my favorite...so evocative...the sensations are real...alive....internal... external.

Thanks for visiting my blog. I would enjoy reading your poem about Girl With a Pearl Earring.

You have compiled a beautiful collection of images and words here. I will look forward to visiting again.

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