You are the wind-kiss, my goosebumps
the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water.
You are the surf-sound, the sand,
and the sage-scent at dusk
You are the river and grass,
the thunderheads lazily racing over the plains.
You are my water, my solitude thirst.
Quadrille, with De hosting at dVerse. The world is “stir”.
So romantic, Bjorn. Excellent use of alliteration, if I may say so. Lovely images, too.
I’d like to be any of those descriptions. Though, being a thundercloud comes closest.
Clouds abound, indeed, in many guises. I liked /the stirrer of silver, moon-spilled in water/.
This is a good one. Lovely images.
Lovely thoughts here Bjorn.
Clouds so define a day, like valleys and mountains define terrain. Wonderful poem!
And you are too sexy for your pen… (LOL!)
I like the thought of being the “sage-scent at dusk”.
You are a romantic! A delightful and delicious collection of imagery
Gorgeous write Bjorn
wind-kiss, surf-sound, sage-scent — these are just wonderful, Bjorn. This is a beautiful write.
Beautiful! So romantic. Nice.
“moon-spilled” in water 😀
Super romantic! Nicely done!
Oh. love the passionate romance in this quadrille, Bjorn!
Wow! I envy the recipient of this poem 🙂 🙂
‘…thunderheads lazily racing over the plains’ – a great original image – and it sounds so good I’ll read it aloud (again).
Lovely imagery in “the stirrer of silver; moon-spilled in water.”
a lovely pairing of words, very delightful!
It feels like a soft prayer to god. God is our refuge.
Fantastic poem, specially the last line Bjorn.
I love the title of this poem, and how it anchors me through all the lovely imagery.
Food for my soul Bjorn
Beautiful imagery. Tres romantique!
So touching. I found myself making a small sigh of romance as I read this. 😉
The movement within is powerful Bjorn, very potent.
This is wildly romantic. I can imagine someone from one of the Bronte’s novels saying this.
Writing this one down in my journal, with your name as writer of course, to use on a card for my husband one day. LOVING THIS!