[Author's Home Page]   [About the Author]    [News Page]     Welcome:    ---    LOGIN
 Humble Caledonian Bard       92842 Poems Read


Echo in a Vacuum


I hear a gentle sound of a butterfly singing,
The haunting sound of silence fills the air,
In the pitch darkness I can see it winging,
Striking colours allowing the blind to share,

Its soft texture gives a sense of feeling,
To the coldest heart, to the hardest stone,
To one without passion a touch of healing,
To the lifeless mortals a spirit has grown,

A soft breeze flows over its wings of lace,
Floating aloft like an abandoned feather,
Movement of beauty dancing with  grace,
Across a rolling hillside of purple heather,

Welcome to my dream, my nocturnal creation,
Where I just paint my world as I want it to be,
Where I can be free spirit in my imagination,
Be absent from limitations of what I want to see

  Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades  




Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem



Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook

flower6

flower6

flower6
  [ Poetrypoem.com ]   [ Privacy ]   [Terms ]    [ Start a Free Site ]   [ My Poetry List ]
     ©2000 - 2022 ---------- Individual Authors of the Poetry.   All rights reserved by authors. 
poetry2071     mypoems477      smallsteps      egp1      bladesong  View All Poets
Newest Item: NOTHING IN OUR LIFE = AND = LIVING, CAN BEAT-
NOTHING  IN  OUR  LIFE== AND  LIVING== CAN  BEAT== [ ... More
Added: 2024-03-28  My Poetry List  PoetryPoem.com      Get a Free Site       Blogs     Stories     Premium Sites