PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The wind blows soft in your dark hair,

Sunlight and shadow in your eyes,

Your voice the one stealing in dreams,

Touching the harp in my mind.



Gently,gently sweep the strings.



Petals fall in a dark pool,

Stars on velvet tremble,

Under the tree

Spring's last bird sings.



Gently,gently sweep the strings.



Wood planked bridge

Where the sun sifts through,

Bars of light on a fantail's nest

Cupped in fingers of fern.



Gently,gently sweep the strings.



Wind and rain,a darkened house,

Orchard of bowing trees,

Beat of thunder,

Lightning's finger

Shines on widespread wings.



Gently,gently sweep the strings.



Blind fish swim in an old,cold cave,

Bat bones lie on the strand,

Trickle of water runs from the roof,

Stalactite drips,

And a thousand years

Tick away to the sand.



Gently,gently weep the strings.