From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Because he was enamored
By the way she scattered leaves in gusts so sweet
He celebrated her beauty by running his hands backward
Whirling streaks of fire in flaming heat
Morning beckoned to the hands of Time to see the Ocean wide
To try and end his celebration of the Wind
Hoping he would be enamored
By the changing tide
His backward running, he would then unwind
Time's flaming fire burned higher, as he felt a breeze
Flowing cool, on his quickly spinning hands
No rest would he find, until the Wind he pleased
Ignoring Morning, he moved even faster
Surely, she would understand
Evening persuaded Morning to leave this post to him
Thinking he could stop Time's ardent quest
Yet he forgot that true love cannot be dimmed
When he showed him all the stars
He loved best
From a flaming fire, Time hailed the Wind
Knowing that she was his one desire
Morning and Evening could never stop his hands
For Time's love for the Wind
Fed his fire
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I always knew that a bellows and some time was all it needed to turn a spark into a raging flame. Now I know why. What a wonderful mythical piece. It's almost like a religious legend explaining the nature of things. Reminded me of some Native American folklore I have read but completely original.
Posted 12 Years Ago
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12 Years Ago
Thank you Fabian, sometimes my Cherokee side runs rampant :)
Gorgeous. The beauty of this poem finds my heart beating and my pulse singing to a charmed and desired rhythm. Sweet Neva, your beauty always shines in your words as each time I read one of your poems I seem to feel a little piece of you touching me.
fire, wind, time....you have taken three elements and created the perfect storm in golden poetry...throw in a healthy portion of romance and you have a gorgeous poem, throw in the writing of changeful storm and the dulcet tones of Neva's voice...and you have a masterpiece!
Thank you for the verbal poetry. It is always good to hear the poet read her words. The poem told a real tale and took me to places to ponder. Thank you for the excellent poem.
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