I search your horizon

For where to begin

Meadow to forest to sky

My thoughts are no longer

Mine alone…

And I no longer ask why

They are tied and tangled with you

I am quite helpless

And breathless

Not certain what I can do…

Only write them

One lovely word at a time

Working slowly

At the knot

Unable to see

Where I leave off

Where you pick up

Is this word for you

Or from me

How often my heart

Bends to the breeze

A whisper of silken thread

Woven amidst

your satin sky

A pillow to adorn

Our dreamy bed

I write and write

With gentle hand

As the clock ticks away

Across timeless land

First my word

Then yours

There’s never any use

As the sun crashes

Into the ocean of night

We are still tangled

You and me

My heart gives a tender sigh

After all…

It’s the way true love

Is meant to be…

****

ellie894 April 2018

50 thoughts on “I search your horizon…”

  3. There is a tenderness throughout the words. Waves of thoughts flowing slowly and silently. No words to match yours. A sigh from the heart says more. It is the most beautiful thing on earth. Love.

    Beautifully written Suzanne. How could you express it so beautifully, sigh…❤️

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      1. Love is beautiful but it can also be a bit abstract. It can be portrayed and interpreted in vastly different ways. The way you put it is light, deep and tender. It must be love in its most beautiful state. Take care Suzanne 😊❤️

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      2. Oh yes Isabelle! You are so right. I hadn’t thought about it just that way. One could read one hundred thoughts on love and they would all be different. I’m sitting by a windy lake just now, not the lake I usually walk to, and it’s very windy. There are some very busy birds dipping into the water and I can watch people come and go. Some are friends. Some are probably more than friends. Even though I can hear the noises of the city nearby this is a peaceful place. You have me thinking of all the ways that people see and know love…or don’t. Thank you for taking the time to read beyond the words and to share your thoughts. Such a nice visit. Take care Isabelle 😊❤️

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  5. The identity-blending is like Hinduism, which in turn is like Joyce. Is the “you” the landscape alone, or could it be a person you are thinking of? I like the way you go from the ellipsis (…) to the no longer being alone, sorta like Keats with the nightingale. You owe it to yourself to read “Ode to a Nightingale” and some other Romantic poetry. The more you read, the better you will be. I think you’d enjoy Keats. Very sensuous and imaginative, like your writing. He was alive at the same time as Byron and Shelley, and passed before Shelley did (K. was only 24yo). You might look for John Keats at http://www.gutenberg.org and take a peek.

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    1. I have just looked up “Ode to a Nightingale”. It’s lovely, the sort of poem you read over a few times and find the lines that most stay with you and wonder over them. That’s very wise and kind encouragement for my writing. I will do that. Thank you very much. How sad for Keats to die so young and yet he left a great deal of beauty behind him. Thank you and have a wonderful weekend 😊

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      1. Thanks for taking the time and effort to read it. But then, you must’ve wanted to as well. I’m used to getting rejection on my recommendations by my siblings, who for a long time didn’t give a hoot what I thought. It was their loss. I since am learning that most other people do listen to what I have to say. It’s been an enormous confidence booster to break away from my family. Hope you enjoy your Keats with just a little wine :-O for the weekend.

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      2. I’m enjoying the romantic poets, thank you! You make good recommendations. I wish that I could read more. There are so many wonderful things that have been written. I’m glad that you’re finding the confidence booster. Have a good weekend 🌷

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