The sweetness still remains anew, a fresh
flower blooms in fields of dew glistening
from moonlight’s grace, a gentle pace as
day begins. Petite wings flutter easily in
eyes alight, colours bright to glow a sturdy
warmth within, humble welcoming in liberal
smiles which well from depths unheard,
of roots assured in fertile gathering.
Too late to stem a racing tide emotion
loosed – too soon to be a fragile bride
bemused in worthiness and tied by
chords of distant harmonies; be sure
we’ll stay beside you in the days to come
be proud for you upon your magic day.
© 18 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
flower blooms in fields of dew glistening
from moonlight’s grace, a gentle pace as
day begins. Petite wings flutter easily in
eyes alight, colours bright to glow a sturdy
warmth within, humble welcoming in liberal
smiles which well from depths unheard,
of roots assured in fertile gathering.
Too late to stem a racing tide emotion
loosed – too soon to be a fragile bride
bemused in worthiness and tied by
chords of distant harmonies; be sure
we’ll stay beside you in the days to come
be proud for you upon your magic day.
© 18 December 2007, I. D. Carswell
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