Monday, December 26, 2005

Longer Days Now

Pulse of Tears

The whispers may be frozen
in the leafless, sleeping trees,
as dormant seeds of hopes and dreams,
now stripped to harsh realities.

But your heart can sense the pulse --
the oft hidden yearning tears,
trapped in pristine soul ice
and mem'ries of dying years.

View the Tiers of Sakin'el,
which still run free and clear
in defiance of solid mist
and colors of fall so dear.

Do you hear it chiming now?
Your mind may not know of Spring,
but here each new dawn's caress
tell of days when flowers sing.
papa - Solstice '05


At 6:25 AM, Blogger Kelvin said...

Kia Ora (hello) from a blogger down under in New Zealand. You have a really great blog. can I mention it on one of my blogs - 21 21 21 Blogs?

At 7:02 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Faucon, I love the thought of flowers singing.

At 1:07 AM, Blogger Leonie Bryant said...

Faucon, This is a very beautiful piece. It truly sings.

At 1:18 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Ah Spring,
We here in parts of Australia are feeling somewhat worn out from the continuing days of hot weather...No rain in sight and drought is to be seen in many parts where I have just travelled
Your Spring flowers will sing loudly ,our flowers are crying as they battle the harsh north winds
as it sends their bodies wilting ,they cry out for relief
New buds on rose bushes
Summer Hydrangers
Small fruit on apple trees
forced to fall in the heat
Vegetables left wilting in the beating sun... singing in this harsh weather like their siblings in your country as they await the thaw and new life.

We wish we were there

Lois (Muse of the Sea)


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