Come to me…
On the tip of your toes, quiet..still…
Sound is not welcome. Silence is.
Come to me…at the hill…
Take my hand, run with me…
Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck
July 27, 2010 at 1:27 pm
I love this. For some reason I can hear a piano piece in my head. It’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing =] Xx
December 8, 2010 at 5:27 pm
lovely piece. Great imagery… makes me want to go and watch the sunrise too!
December 8, 2010 at 10:19 pm
Mission accomplished then 😉
Glad you enjoyed!
December 9, 2010 at 5:21 am
love the mood this poem brings.. mine’s here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/
December 9, 2010 at 2:18 pm
Thanks, just an “old” poem I thought I’d dust off a bit for the Potluck, glad you liked it!
December 9, 2010 at 4:24 pm
tip toe and dawn , these words make the piece magical.
Thanks for the contribution to potluck.
December 10, 2010 at 2:43 pm
You are most welcome Jingle and thank you!
December 9, 2010 at 7:23 pm
It’s so peaceful and romantic… Love it!
December 10, 2010 at 2:44 pm
December 10, 2010 at 4:37 am
Lovely imagery… nice romantic piece.
December 10, 2010 at 2:45 pm
Thank ya kindly!
December 11, 2010 at 12:25 am
I love the invitation in this…like there’s a need for escape and abandon…
My potluck: so maybe
December 12, 2010 at 3:30 pm
Thanks, I loved the invitation as well…one that we all wish we could accept from time to time. 😉
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