On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n’ who my heart longs for when I’m here n’ why love gives no guarantee…
Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space...
I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an owl’s feather to my face n’ wondered why I loved n’ despised this fateful place…
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A beautiful, epic love poem like something from a former and better age of poetry. Excellent work. 10+++
Silence ends where you begin, .......................it is beautiful reminscenses of what happened.....some times memories rolled back and come alive when u visit the same place.....beautifule dsecription....10 read mine..... innocence regained...
I have never read such a vast and romantic muse at play such as here written. I am in awe of your mastery of the genre. Stunning poetic prose, to die for. May they all rest in loves release. smiling at you Tai
You Beauty, That was Me, I was there, upon the Northern Beaches, I was there staring with all seeing eyes, toward the City.Wonderful Writing 10 + Thanks for the comments on my humble work....For the most part I write Free verse in the Now but all styles turn me on! Kind Regards. Philip