Wednesday, February 06, 2013

Voice from far away.


Voice from far away.




Calling out across the room,
Soft bluebells of colour flow.
Who is this tempting voice,
Wafting, sailing blowing grace.

Simple melody to raise a note,
All the rafters and floorboards creak.
As this movement of feet,
Sway a mood, sentimental hearts.

As if she fell into meadows,
Of buzzing bees, summer days.
The special lilt enlivens me,
A brighter hopeful day to live.

Up into the crackling air,
I've soared away in dreams.
She sold me into peaceful days,
Where nothing is as it seems.