My very first poem, ever!
When time was yet to come
In frozen air suspended
The word was fast a-sleep
A warm and gentle breeze
Made ripples in the waters face
From east came seeds of light
And touched the sleeping mind
The light was innocent and bright
In harmony the birds were singin'
But evil shadows soon were cast
And songs rang out of tune
Dark clouds were piling up
The sun went out of sight
Massiv waves raised up at sea
And empty ships were driftin
A storm of thunder came this way
Bolts of lightning struck the earth
No place to hide no place to go
When heavy rain began to fall
In time the storm lay down to rest
The ocean settled like a mirror
A precious stone could now be seen
Once lost but now was found
And far from evening's silent fall
I gazed in wonder at the starry night
And winds that came from the hiding sun
Sparked flames in the northern light
With broken seals of ancient book
All hidden secrets were revealed
A pounding sound was felt within
Like bells of freedom chiming
Copyright © 2008 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-02-05 at 18:08
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Early Morning Darkness
In the early morning darknessWhen time was yet to come
In frozen air suspended
The word was fast a-sleep
A warm and gentle breeze
Made ripples in the waters face
From east came seeds of light
And touched the sleeping mind
The light was innocent and bright
In harmony the birds were singin'
But evil shadows soon were cast
And songs rang out of tune
Dark clouds were piling up
The sun went out of sight
Massiv waves raised up at sea
And empty ships were driftin
A storm of thunder came this way
Bolts of lightning struck the earth
No place to hide no place to go
When heavy rain began to fall
In time the storm lay down to rest
The ocean settled like a mirror
A precious stone could now be seen
Once lost but now was found
And far from evening's silent fall
I gazed in wonder at the starry night
And winds that came from the hiding sun
Sparked flames in the northern light
With broken seals of ancient book
All hidden secrets were revealed
A pounding sound was felt within
Like bells of freedom chiming
Copyright © 2008 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
Read 420 times
Written on 2013-02-05 at 18:08
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