• Kingdom Of Light Kingdom of Dark

    Purchase your copy today on Amazon, just click on the picture

  • Garden’s of my soul now avaliable on amazon. Also avaliable, A Purse Full of Poems

    Oh how deep our passions rise, like a crushing incoming tide. From Gardens of my Soul.

  • Breccia (TO PURCHASE YOUR COPY TODAY just click on the picture)

    Irene and Ignatius have been published in many of the most respected print and on-line haiku journals. They reside in Sudbury, Ontario.

  • Become my fan on Wattpad, and read an excerpt from Keeper of the Sword

  • Melanie Marttila (A blog worth visiting)

  • The Last Sunset (A book worth reading)

  • Free Book Promotion

  • Come google with me

  • Adena

    great music

  • Click to play quiz

    Sorry, your browser does not support iframes. Click here to continue
  • Music, Music, Music

    Just click image and listen to some amazing music

  • John Rice

  • Blog promotion

  • submit your blog now

    You can add url to improve your site ranking Our is added under Mixed Genre Directory
  • Submit your blog here

    website backlinks
  • Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

    Join 2,681 other followers

  • Recent Posts

Sarah of the Sunlit Sea


I called her my Sarah of the sunlit sea.
She was a woman of seductive mystery,
an enchanting child of the morning light,
a poem in living color, a midnight dream,
that always danced me through the night.

My world turned on her finger,
and a ring of gold bound us together,
and her name was written in the wind
with purple smoke and a burnished flame,
and I knew if she ever left me
my life would never be the same.

We danced to the end of time and back again
to the music of a violin played by a drummer
whose drumsticks were made from willow,
and whose mind was filled with madness,
and his songs were made from words
that no one could ever understand.

His fingers were gnarled and broken
so the music was just a token
of what it could have, should have been
just like things we would never have
or know, in our tomorrows dream.

She didn’t mind that things weren’t perfect,
because we lived beneath a rainbow,
where the snow was white, and sparkling
like the diamonds on her fingers,
like emeralds in the morning light,
like a dew drop on a red, red rose
and the smoke from our fireplace
always smelled like lilacs,
and the embers on the hearth always glowed,
and her smile always touched my very soul.

When she caressed me with her fingers
she sent shivers flooding through me,
and our hearts beat out our love story,
as we danced through the moments of our life.

The purple smoke has vanished in the mist
and time has dulled the burnished flame,
but her name still lingers in the midnights
and her face is still vision of my memory,
and until the end of time, her picture will hang
upon the hallways and corridors of my mind.

Advertisements
Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

  • Keeper of the Sword

    It is often a simple thing, the roll of the dice, the turn of a card, or a chance meeting that can change one’s life forever. For Josh Campbell, and Morgan Connelly it was a seemingly harmless chain of events, a fight after school and performing a ritual that neither one of them believed in.

  • Fairy Time Ball

    now avaliable

    “Them things in my soup ain’t no chicken or potatoes. They have eyes, and they hop out of my way every time I bring a spoon close.”

  • Death Never Takes a Holiday

    Avaliable on Amazon

  • my visitors

    • 7,714 hits
  • follow the red link to read more from Keeper of the Sword

    Full of fear and excitement Keeper of the Sword (The Sword of Kings) Josh notched an arrow to the bow string, pulled it back to his ear, took careful aim and released the shaft of death, and before it reached its target, a second bolt sliced through the dark. (To find out more, just follow the link.)
  • Watch my Book Shelf

  • Follow me

    Follow Me on Pinterest
  • My Community

  • LOG IN

  • Blog Stats

    • 7,714 hits
%d bloggers like this: