Sunday, October 4, 2009

Clouds

In the other room,

a piano, softly, plays.

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I'm watching the clouds now;

shifting shapes,

slowly,

drifting along,

with my thoughts...



...Your fingers, on the keys,

brush the elements:

a body of motion,

you've seemed.

to me.


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As clement,

is this beauty,

a touch, pierces the heart.


The softness of skin, lingers,

in each subtle touch

of melody...

...and, You are here,..

..but not.

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I'll open up myself,

to Nature,

and, Time's

inclement moments.

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We'll embrace the clouds

this evening;

sharing, each stroke;

each, swept hands, brush.

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So,

as I linger here,


half-way to you

and the skies blessings;


Like some love-struck field-hand,

The light, at least, for now, my Love,

has settled

behind

the Clouds.



`x~William ~ copyright 10/04/09.
[Ps: this poem has been published in another venue]

3 comments:

Luna Mauvaise © 2009 said...

This invokes beautiful imagery in my mind. Lovely work.

xoxo
~Luna

Sunflower Ranch said...

William!!! Who says romance is dead?? This moving piece is lushly romantic and not in a sappy way but in a realistic, very adult way -- very layered and evocative and simply gorgeous!! Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I've been off for a long time and wow, I picked the best day to return. You've got my day off to a fabulous start!!! :D

William H. Balzac said...

Luna~~mucho-mucho thank you's I'm sending your way! :)

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Sunflower Ranch~~Good to see you again. Yes..there is romance & fantasy crowding up my mind lately (That's a good thing, actually)...thanks, for being such a good reader of my poems.