Quoting LonelyInFL:

I was inspired to write this poem by a song I found on YouTube by Celtic Woman called The Voice. It's an enchanting song so this poem is a bit whimsical and metaphorical. Here it goes, I hope you like it.



In the moments before sleep claims me
I think about my heart's desire
Love flows around and through me
I float away into the fire

Darkness gives way to blinding light
Music pulses with a life of its own
I seek my bearings with all of my might
This place that fairies call home

I begin to dance as light as a feather
Swirling amongst the fairies
Twirling with quiet grace
Dancing without a care in world

I feel his presence strong and true
Dancing with masculine grace
I feel his strength and confidence
Never seeing his face

We dance endlessly
Sensing the familiar but afraid to love
His arms close around me
Quickly I feel I?m home

The dance continues, breaking the spell
I fight to hold on to what could be
Reaching out in desperate plea
But farther and farther he drifts away

The music grows silent as darkness returns
I awake in my bed alone once again
One tear shed for what might've been
But hope remains for what might still be




(c) 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.

I was inspired to write this poem by a song I found on YouTube by Celtic Woman called The Voice. It's an enchanting song so this poem is a bit whimsical and metaphorical. Here it goes, I hope you like it.



In the moments before sleep claims me
I think about my heart's desire
Love flows around and through me
I float away into the fire

Darkness gives way to blinding light
Music pulses with a life of its own
I seek my bearings with all of my might
This place that fairies call home

I begin to dance as light as a feather
Swirling amongst the fairies
Twirling with quiet grace
Dancing without a care in world

I feel his presence strong and true
Dancing with masculine grace
I feel his strength and confidence
Never seeing his face

We dance endlessly
Sensing the familiar but afraid to love
His arms close around me
Quickly I feel I?m home

The dance continues, breaking the spell
I fight to hold on to what could be
Reaching out in desperate plea
But farther and farther he drifts away

The music grows silent as darkness returns
I awake in my bed alone once again
One tear shed for what might've been
But hope remains for what might still be




(c) 2007. Melissa Parker. All rights reserved.

Quoting LonelyInFL:

Great! Thank you Blue. I think it really says something, lord knows it stuck with me.

Re: bluegirl2006 write: I don't know about Nat - but I LOVE that title!!

Quoting bluegirl2006:

I don't know about Nat - but I LOVE that title!!

Re: LegalEagle224 write: Though I do think I found the title of my book...Hope Remains What do you think?

Quoting LonelyInFL:

Nat,

I sent you an email to share some of this with you. Thank you for the compliment and the answer is no (not any of the recent ones). Though I do think I found the title of my book...Hope Remains

What do you think?

Re: Nisi32132 write: OH Melissa this is one of your best works. WOW. Have you sent any of these anywhere yet? Hugs Nat

Quoting LonelyInFL:

Why sad? I'm asking because I'm inherently curious by nature. The inspiration was a very light-hearted and whimsical song. My intention when I started writing the poem was to keep it that way but I guess it is a real reflection of my feelings.

I've been a bit depressed because of things happening at work and and stress at home. Either I come up with $900 extra a month or I have to move out of my house. Friday, the Sr. VP sends my boss to find out what's wrong with me because she thinks my work quality is going down hill. (I'm way over-loaded at work). I've been there 2 1/2 years and never once gotten a review or a raise. On top of that, I overheard the same Sr. VP say she thinks she's paying me too much. That's what I get for being so nice and willing to help out at work instead of sticking to own job. Basically I'm really tired of being sh*t on. Why is it that nobody sees all the good stuff you do...they only see when things go wrong? (deep breath) I'm so frustrated and I have no idea what to do. The worst part is that I don't even like my job anymore, I used to love it. Does anyone have any ideas?

Sorry, I didn't mean to make this a vent session. But I guess I feel a little better though. I could use a big cry at the moment. Oh well, we'll see what tomorrow brings.


Melissa

Re: truefriendinme write: makes me sad...

Quoting Nisi32132:

OH Melissa this is one of your best works. WOW.

Have you sent any of these anywhere yet?


Hugs

Nat

OH Melissa this is one of your best works. WOW.

Have you sent any of these anywhere yet?


Hugs

Nat

Quoting truefriendinme:

makes me sad...

makes me sad...

Quoting LonelyInFL:

Thank you and you're quite welcome. :)


Melissa

Thank you and you're quite welcome. :)


Melissa

Quoting bluegirl2006:

Very poignant and eloquent. I can feel the yearning for the dream. Thanks for sharing.

Very poignant and eloquent. I can feel the yearning for the dream. Thanks for sharing.