the call of distant pipes listen
can you hear the mandolin gentle strum
its melody drifting to the fire, we watch
as moon light splinters the clouds
and bounces onto golden flames
love circled by young hearts
the gentle rustling of leaves on boughs
natures perfume drifts as darkness
enfolds the woods, this summers eve
shadowing the castle walls
a raven calls as black as night, wings in flight
venturing across the skies, you play to me
sparks soar merging with the fire-flies
my heart softened by the sound
by earth itself
trembling hands we reach, as shooting stars
take their journey, lowered head I blush
for love that is divine, untarnished
gathered skirts, I clasp your hand in mine
giving of our love, the only sounds I hear
is your love for me, the pipes and mandolin
Written whilst listening to Loreena
Your words make me hear the images you so wonderfully painted.
bless your ‘beautifulness’ xxx
There is always something compellingly attractive in words combined or linked to music. Beautifully composed. The sense of romance, love and meditation is clear. Well done.
Thank you ‘O’ – I was going to attach the clip that I listened to whilst writing – I may later – but I don’t know if people tire of having music clips up 😦 appreciate your words ‘O’.
How could anyone tire of Loreena?
Not I ‘O’ never I.
So beautiful! Kudos~
Cindy – thank you for reading and your kind comment – appreciated.
“a raven calls as black as night” mmmmmmmh, wonderful.
ha, it seems you really like Loreena… xx
Bless ya’ – yes I really really do 🙂 (all your fault lol) xx
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