Warm Thoughts
September 10, 2007 by Shirley Allard
Walk with me to foreign lands
Release the cold and take my hand
Let healing breaths of warmth be dealt
To entice the brilliant crystals’ melt.
For beneath an icy cold pretense
Flow crystal pools of eloquence.
Talk with me in words of truth
Relive the passion of your youth
Let whispered sounds of soothing rain
Erase the fear and ease the pain.
Protective trees that shelter you
Drip glistening drops of morning dew.
This is beautiful, Shirley… soothing and elegant. I’d like to see you expand this into a complete journey, maybe there are more mysteries to share with us?
Oh yes, but then the mystery would be solved would it not?
Oh, no… just because you reveal them doesn’t necessarily mean you have to solve them. Loch Ness doesn’t seem to have any dearth of explorers just because no one has yet found Nessie. Who’s to say that the mystery is not all the brighter for it?
very beautiful, shirley… and i like th graphic too….
Thank you, Jodi! The graphic is how I waste my spare time!
Very moving… your words paint a picture in my mind of a magical, safe and lovely place that I’d love to visit… =)
~smj