Post by Selene on Jun 22, 2004 12:32:08 GMT -5
Here's a little poem I wrote some time back. It's not Shakespeare, but I hope you like it 
The Turning Of The Seasons:
Where does my heart beat now?
Where the leaves slowly fall
Twirling in the breeze
In the splendour of their colours
Shaped by the glow
Of the setting sun.
Where does my soul soar above all?
When day turns to night
And cold winds blow
As the stars shine bright
Like teardrops in an eye
Gently falling to the ground.
Where does my mind fly away?
Like the rivers flow
All the way to the great ocean
Crashing against the shore
Like soft tears crash
Upon the shores of a broken heart
Where does my dream sail?
As the tender moon shines
With its pale silver
And cherry trees bloom
Stretching their arms
To be caressed by heaven's face.
Why does my spirit sing
When dark clouds gather
And cover the sky?
Because after the storm
Shall the great sun rise
And show me the way
Back to my beloved home.
The Turning Of The Seasons:
Where does my heart beat now?
Where the leaves slowly fall
Twirling in the breeze
In the splendour of their colours
Shaped by the glow
Of the setting sun.
Where does my soul soar above all?
When day turns to night
And cold winds blow
As the stars shine bright
Like teardrops in an eye
Gently falling to the ground.
Where does my mind fly away?
Like the rivers flow
All the way to the great ocean
Crashing against the shore
Like soft tears crash
Upon the shores of a broken heart
Where does my dream sail?
As the tender moon shines
With its pale silver
And cherry trees bloom
Stretching their arms
To be caressed by heaven's face.
Why does my spirit sing
When dark clouds gather
And cover the sky?
Because after the storm
Shall the great sun rise
And show me the way
Back to my beloved home.
