I said momma can you tell me about the love between the moon and the deep blue sea. How long did they ride the tide to the horizon where little secrets are told from afar that no one will ever hear. I remember our wings where we promised the world to one another. Running wild through miles of smiles talking to the clouds amidst the spent leaves of oak trees crushed under the foot of our shoes. And here we found the secret in the secret rite of spring… all things must pass and likewise return… the sailer to the sea, the farmer to his fields and the warrior to Valhalla and its hall of 108 doors said to be in waiting for the return of Odin.
*copyright jc 2020 TO YOU I LOVE
A beautifully written poem with your trademark mysticism. I love the music of it
and content.
At the end I feel you are talking about the turning of the seasons and/ or re- birth.
Didn’t know that Valhalla had 108 doors. Long since I read this.
Miriam
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Yes.. rebirth into what… now there’s the question? Hopefully, we graduate to a better gig.
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you… I enjoyed your photos very much… jc
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This is both enchanting and lyrical. In fact, I can almost hear it sung…
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I guess it must be the music that’s constantly playing in my head, like a soundtrack… jc Thanks for your reply
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I loved the musicality and flow of your words.
Quite special.
x
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thanks…jc
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