Day Meets Night to Play

Day meets night while night meets day

To say hello, fare-thee-well as they stray

Across earth and sky so high, so low

In slow rhythm of love above all else

As two children at play with sun, moon

And stars from afar to glitter so soon

Like an exquisite boon from heaven

To leaven the compassion they cherish

Before they perish in the sea of eternity


SongsofHeartstringsPlease Note: The free download Of Miriam Hurdle’s new poetry book Songs of Heartstrings is up on Amazon now until Saturday, March 9, 2019.

Download a copy for yourself and spread the words to your readers and friends. Thank you!

It is free global and here are just two popular links:

Amazon UK Link:  http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07K1S47W9 

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Speckles of Freckles

Speckles of freckles splashed across your face

With dancing eyes lancing all who look in joy

At the prancing spirit welling up from inside

Of an open heart occupied by love amplified

By heaven with leavening grace in sure place

Of everything that should be right by the light

Of an immortal youth never fading or abating

Dream of the New Year: 2019

Sounds of serenity serendipitously serenade the soul situated twixt time and eternity

With songs rising in the heart that longs to belong to youth renewed in silent beauty,

Believing in living in life and love, speaking in an heavenly language from above,

Running and laughing into the New Year, unbounded, free and unchained from fear

To hold another so dear, to bring cheer where there are tears, and light in the dark

Places of the world so stark as we ourselves become our own spark of angelic grace

That we interlace with the souls of sisters and brothers around this one wide globe

. . . . . . .

Happy and Most Blessed New Year to One and All!

 

Boy

Take me back for lack of life now as I bow to youth gone by,

And let me fly up so high to build another empire in the sky;

To wrestle rough with vampires while I sound the battle cry;

To climb daunting trees taunting and haunting my dreams;

To play again on cheery days, or ones dreary and even eerie;

To camp under moonlit night looking for a bright meteorite;

To rush against the hounds of hell, amid the sounds of war;

To give imagination free reign in the vein of strong fantasy,

Where I belong to once more sing the song I so long to sing,

If only youth would wing its way to me to be again … a boy

Boy