I settle
down
my thoughts
Willow of my contentment days;
The night
with an upper look –
Cotton dreams
drifting
In an oceanic blue
Who loosens
The mooring, offshore
In distant water
Whispering
The ripples
Of my parting words
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A magical poem,succinct and insightful.
sometimes dreams will remain as just…in dreams, time could fly or fade away…and we accept the fact that like ripples one day soon it can join the big waves… in time… a foresight and a promise.
The pithy poem is an interesting read with its musical effect…
Whispering
The ripples
Of my parting words