Author: Crimson Angel
As I walk into the meadow,
The stars shine over me, bright.
I hear a sweet voice,
It caresses the evening light.
A sweet song of the wind, I hear,
As I lay my head on the ground.
I gaze up at the sky, listening to the voice,
The song echos all around.
It lasts for eternity,
An enchanting song of the night.
The song sang by a maiden,
A white figure wandering within the light.
Her wings fan out mejestically,
With purity untold by man.
A faded white gown drapes over her,
With silk hair, like waves upon the sand.
Her voice is like the heavens,
The beauty within her, untold.
As that voice begins to fade away,
Sunrise appears, beyond the cold.
But every night, I do the same,
And walk into the the sweet cold of the night.
Where I hear that fare maiden's wonderful song,
Only made for the soul's sight.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Rubydragon (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, July 3 2003, 02:21 pm|
This poem has captured me straight to the spirit, and is wonderfully worded. excellent writing!!
|luc (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, July 3 2003, 07:26 pm|
it was good. marvalous. it was worded just right. perfect even. if theres such a thing as perfect. it was beautiful
|Crimson Angel (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, July 3 2003, 08:19 pm|
Thank you muchly, for your comments, I always check on here, to see if anything else of mine came on, and when I see that you all like my work, it makes me very happy. Thanks once again for your comments! :)
|Rubydragon (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, July 4 2003, 02:02 pm|
|Enchanter (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, July 6 2003, 09:41 pm|
I know this comment is a little late, but as soon as I saw this poem, I just had to put of comment of how truly beautiful I think your work is, BRAVO!
|Crimson Angel (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, July 6 2003, 11:17 pm|
Thanks, Enchanter, for your comment, and no, you're not late. :) I always check every day, to see if there's any comments, and every time I see one, it brightens me up, that people read, and enjoy what I write. Thank you for making my day better, and thanks again :)
|heaven (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, March 10 2004, 11:24 pm|
i love this poem...it was so ....complete.like ther was nothing left out!i loved it!keep it up!
|Crimson Angel (220.127.116.11) -- Monday, March 29 2004, 10:11 pm|
Thank you. I was relating it to a night I sat out in an open field, and listening to nature. I was actually quite pleased with the scene and didn't really want to leave, but instead, I wrote this to remind me of that night. Thank you very much for the comment.
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