Here is first of a new set of poems I am going to post.
The Magic Of Julia.
The Magic.
Moonlight through phases came,
Covering darkness of night in veils,
The nightingale alone to the wind sang,
About a pretty girl far, far away lived.
“Fill the mind O wind with the scent of her,
Whom Mother Nature can’t live without,
The compassion her blue eyes gave,
The adoration her fingers gave,
Ah’ my tunes only reflection of her speech,
The moonlight veil the glow of her,
Fill my mind and yours O wind with the beauty of her.
Daylight wakes when in love she smiles,
Oh’ time of this era in her beauty sanctified,
And footsteps of history will remember,
The glory of her compassionate soul,
The good in the heart, the greatness in her actions,
Beautifies every mind by her beauty encountered”
The nightingale paused, veils removed,
Sun took his glory from the subject nightingale sang,
The nightingale from memory once more seen,
The beauty divine as an honor of his voice shown,
As glory of sleep consumed his conscience mind,
The beauty deep in his sub-conscious danced.
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