Poem -
The Hour of Gentleness
How far away the stars seem
So vast mystery and dreams
My soul rocked in sleep and sighs
In the hour of gentleness
And it comes to you at last
Through the garden
Your Gypsy soul - caught fast
Imprisoned in the song
It lingers and longs
Through your music sighs
You feel yourself entwined
My soul floats through
Deep green garden paths
Sweet blossoms on the breeze
And music sounds through the
Far off trees - everything
And all things touched softly
By the sun - will it come?
It's notes no more call
Now it no longer steals
Over my walls
But in my garden
I'd woo it to sorrow
Only to sink and die
Within my heart
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Comments
Briar Rose! What a lovely write! Very dreamy in that gentle hour when music is carried on soft breezes and the song flits through the trees and sweet blossoms in this magical garden that you describe. The last stanza is seems to speak of silence and sorrow when the notes no longer call. Well done!
val
Thank you Valerie, so much for your sweet words, I'm happy you enjoyed it!