Celestial Harmony

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    Celestial Harmony

    As oceans billows by, wavering upon your shore,
    You moan and your eyes closed, feeling the reverberation,
    Swirling in low tune, like a piano music fading away,
    Yearning inside, like harp playing long and sweet tune.

    You are swaying in weakness, feeling the glow,
    The song seems to come multiplying, strumming your strings,
    Stroking that heavenly light, O, that you can see,
    Sending waves of oceanic waters, crashing into you everywhere.

    Splashing water upon dry land, hydrating your desires,
    Fulfilling your long lost and fading dreams,
    As waters billow by, the mist in air drifts,
    They land on your face, you taste manna from heaven.

    You groan, closing your eyes, feeling reverberations everywhere,
    Like a piano playing intense somber theme, sending you into heaven,
    Your heart beating slowly, dissipating warm blood all over,
    Flowing everywhere like multiple rivers, as into delta, bleeding.

    As I see tears, the tear of passion, fierce desires,
    Desire that seems to sing, eternal song of universe,
    The stars are everywhere in the skies, so true,
    Stars in heaven seem to reach down, and bring you, up there.

    Flying forever, billowing amongst the stars,
    Your smile brings joy, in heavens as angels majestically sing,
    Resonances that we never heard, but our hearts would understand,
    Their heart, in love, at last can hear!

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    dumplin commented on Celestial Harmony

    12-03-2009

    This is love making in it's purest form. Loved it!

    IntensorPoet

    12/03/2009

    Thanks! It was a real challenge for a deaf poet. I always longed to know what its like to hear music.

    Vincent commented on Celestial Harmony

    10-30-2008

    enjoyed your vision

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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