What I miss are those nights
White-washed in silver
By the stark moon
Cold air
Sweet to taste
So pure and deep
I could swim
In the cradle of my loft
I pressed the night
Into my heart
Water
Running in the shallow stream
Nightjar
Rising up
We heard the laughter
Of children
Playing on the glittered ground
And songs from far away
8 comments:
That was beautiful, Lisa! I miss it too!
Hey, I've been there!!! : )
i like your poems. they are nice to listen to.
I am glad you are feeling better! blessings on your health and writing!!!!
Lisa,
Loita sounds like such a dreamy, far away place. Was it really that beautiful? I hope I can see it sometime.
Thanks for the poem that made me long to visit Loita.
Love you, Dore'
Loita IS dreamy and far away. No perfect paradise, mind you. But as for natural beauty and a place that holds my heart, unsurpassed.
I love your poems they are so dreamy and i agree with darelle they are nice to listen to. I want to visit sometime, I am planning too. I wanna run away from the commotion of this city and enjoy some peace and quiet and see some pretty places and be around friends. The city is taking a toll on me, when I read poems like this one I always ask myself what the heck am I still doing here.lol I should be finding places so I can write pretty poems like you. I am having a hard time seeing beauty around me here.
A Hug full of love
Tehur, you KNOW you're always welcome.
PS I wrote that while I was longing for Loita so I guess you can still write pretty things from a city ;-)
xx
Wow just wow xc
One day I wll just show up at your doorstep and then I want to see your face and you will be stuck with me forever.lol
much love
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