new poetry by Lynette Fletchall

[Guest guest]

Love Comes

 

Love unbidden comes anyways

Erupting in an array of vibrant colors

Where song takes root in the depths of our hearts.

 

Whispered melodies of grace

As the blanket of song covers us

And our bodies respond with gentle swaying of love.

 

 

Spring morning

 

Dew settling on robin's breast

In early morning surprise

Whispered titterings of unrest

As nature awakens at sunrise.

 

 

The Ghost of Love

 

Where there was only you

I dwelled there too

Unbidden and hidden

Beneath years of tears

But welcomed guest that I was

You did not see me

And felt alone.

 

 

~ @`---,----With Delight----,---`@ ~

Lynettewww.geocities.com/poetic_delight/