This is Grand
This Is Grand
Like air — I’m here my dear
uplifting the pinions on your wings;
I raise your form to touch
the clearer sky where Robin sings.
Hold sweet, your pulsing heart
and know the weather will always
bring dew and change before
your eyes as moments ride the days.
Where woman and a man
desire to meet beneath the moon
to build a castle grand—
their wanton lives will end to soon.
I hurry now for you
on whispered winds through open field
to find bouquets of flame
where I shall know what blossoms yield.
And so I say in haste
don’t worry, sunshine holds the hour
in warmth and glow— divine;
I’m waiting at your open door.
© RH Peat 7/5/2010 1: 06pm
Form: Ballad/ 5 quatrains.20 lines
Written in: iambic trimeter and iambic tetrameter
Intent: Spirit is always there to answer your call. Listen
poem by Ronald Peat
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