The lining is silver.


Clock ticking, time racing
Breath of relief, self worth at ease
The sun howls at the thought

The swift keys of the piano play
Ever so softy but can be heard a mile away
This love cannot be bought

Black birds sing the melody
I smile brightly at the memory but
It's nothing now that I'm caught

Clouds overhead whisper to the blades beneath
swaying in the rythem of the music
It's golden now, I am the learner who was taught


Comments

Sage Ravenwood said…
Beautifully serene. (Hugs)Indigo
May 29, 2009 at 4:32 PM
Shadow said…
this feels like drifting in a tranquil stream. lovely!
May 30, 2009 at 7:19 AM
Christy said…
Loved that ...How about this one someone just sent it to me...

When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop of the edge into the darkness. Faith is knowing you will have something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly...

Having a hard time with faith part.
Need to work on that...
June 4, 2009 at 7:29 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Thank you Indigo and Shadow. You two are very faithful readers and I greatly appreciate it!
June 9, 2009 at 5:26 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Christy, very beautiful!

Faith is the evidence of things not seen.... believing is not always seeing! To believe is to trust.
June 9, 2009 at 5:27 PM
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