Thursday, September 03, 2009

Ethereal Passages


ethereal passages
ethereal passages ... songs that dance through my mind
a mood, a thought, a day dream or two
silence is pronounced as time elapses into night
sheer calm grandeur as fate decides

my path was carved it seems with solemn splendor, and placidity
hearts lie quiet

silence can flow as streams in meadow
sharp streaks of outline encompass the banks
I reach down to feel the chilled waters
a ripple, a vacillating wave, it peeks then fades

If the moon shines upon the lands, colors wane
softly lit shades of white and grey
a touch, a sensation piercing my spine
a twinkle from her eye tears through me
words unspoken with strength and unclouded visions

fears subside
warmth flows though my veins
to reside in Love's circle euphoric
... languid motions morph effortlessly 2 solid embrace

dark grey embrace

11 comments:

Netster said...

Beautiful!!!!!!

:)

xoxo

Sandee said...

Awesome Speedy. Sometimes you can be so silly and then other times you do amazing things like this.

Have a terrific day and weekend my friend. Big hugs. :)

Daisy said...

Very nice, Speedcat. :) I really enjoyed this. Hope you have a great weekend! :-)

Jesse TheCat ! said...

How lovely...would it be assuming too much to think that 'SOMEONE' may have fallen in love??? :)

Bob Johnson said...

Nice prose Speedy, your image selection is awesome.

Ponderer said...

Wowzers! You are amazing Speedy. " a twinkle from her eye tears through me " Someone is in luve :D Cheryl

Miss Moneypenny said...

And, your Speedycat Lady Lover's reply was:

The essence of e(thereal)Harmony flows through my mind,
Drinking some Hollydale Moonshine,
Until our love became Enshrined,
in my Love Mine. ;~)

Mimi Lenox said...

Sometimes you just blow me away.
This is one of those times.

Speedcat Hollydale said...

((( smile )))

wendy said...

The ever mysterious Speedy.

I don't think he's going to tell us who he's fallen for. *could* it be moneypenny? Could it be that chicken he's been following around with the plow? (You know ... you really get to know someone pretty well when you are harnessed to each other for a couple of months) ... and imagine their adorable giblet children.
I'd like to read some poetry about that.

OK.

Seriously.

Beautiful poem. You are always amazing me with your range.

wendy said...

I fall in love.

Every hour on the hour.

:)