~
had she not appeared in that clearing
so lost
had she not crossed my threshold
on that september day
had not her voice
drifted like silk on a summer breeze
to wrap sheer and sweet
around my heart
had not I been drawn
like a bloom to the morning sun
had not I been captivated
as a hummingbird
by a drop of nectar
crystal on a velvet petal
had not my love come down
soft as a rolling mountain meadow
had not this dream been born
had not my life begun again
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012
I love the part about her silky voice wrapping around your heart…
Lovely, Rob.
But they did. and that’s made all the difference, yet.
rel
“had not her voice
drifted like silk on a summer breeze”
I love that.
Wonderful! I’m on to the bonus round!!!
There in the gloom, in the darkness
of the wood, on the solitude of the
lonely beach, she moves from
shadow to light, and finds her
place within you; great piece.
Had not the comment button appeared, my response about the beautiful essence of this writing would never have appeared, Rob. Thank you for sharing.
Love your tribute to your lovely wife. Very, very touching. Laurel
pretty cool love poem I must say … thanks for sharing
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.com/2012/03/in-dawn.html
It’s always a series actions that determine love. Nice one Rob.
*sigh*
just lovely
=)
a lovely poem Rob…than ks for sharing this
Lovely indeed!
Anna :o]
smiles….where would we be without our wives…
beautiful, and loving.. I think that verse where you compare her voice, that is quite eloquent, and elegant too, Rob. It is so, endearing!
had it is like would have could have should have
depth of field
Dear Rob: “had not this dream been born”; which does remind me of a song lovingly sung~!