Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 12, 2011 11:37:59 GMT -5
Dedicated to all my friends out there who've found their "kindred soul". To anyone who hasn't or did and lost them again, keep looking or cherish the memories. God bless us all as we wander around this world composing our poetic verses!
The minstrel wandered
here and there,
trying to go
most everywhere.
He was searching for
a new tune to play
and so he roamed far
day by day.
He looked at birds
and heard their trill
but he'd done that before
though he loved it still.
Then a babbling brook
both deep and long,
yet he'd written that
once in a song.
So many things,
so many places
and so much beauty
in so many faces.
But when he saw her,
he was frozen
and knew this was
the one he'd chosen.
She was as dark
as he was fair
and his heart rejoiced
to see her there.
Hair like cascading
waves of night
though her eyes shown
with a starish light.
The minstrel had found
a kindred soul
and no more would
travel pole to pole.
She smiled and
his heart just glowed
as his spirit filled
and overflowed.
In his lady's eyes
was love and peace
and so much hope
that doubt did cease.
To answer her
a tune he played,
strumming his lute
and there he stayed.
Michael "Come Home Finally" Gallatin
The minstrel wandered
here and there,
trying to go
most everywhere.
He was searching for
a new tune to play
and so he roamed far
day by day.
He looked at birds
and heard their trill
but he'd done that before
though he loved it still.
Then a babbling brook
both deep and long,
yet he'd written that
once in a song.
So many things,
so many places
and so much beauty
in so many faces.
But when he saw her,
he was frozen
and knew this was
the one he'd chosen.
She was as dark
as he was fair
and his heart rejoiced
to see her there.
Hair like cascading
waves of night
though her eyes shown
with a starish light.
The minstrel had found
a kindred soul
and no more would
travel pole to pole.
She smiled and
his heart just glowed
as his spirit filled
and overflowed.
In his lady's eyes
was love and peace
and so much hope
that doubt did cease.
To answer her
a tune he played,
strumming his lute
and there he stayed.
Michael "Come Home Finally" Gallatin
If you are able to find your "kindred soul", it is awesome. Also glad you enjoyed the poem.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
