A Celtic serenade.

[keith]

She strolled through thunder and lightning

As she smiled up to the heavens,

Her red Celtic hair flowed around her face

And her deep dark eyes reflected

The raging passion of the elemental forces,

Although the storm was deafening

Her song could still be heard very clearly,

For songs from the heart touch forever

Before their Godly echoes return,

When her smile lights up the sky again.



She walked through half forgotten memories

That struggled to reach her one more time,

And her floral servants bowed down in the rain

As diamonds scattered from their petals,

And bare branched trees applauded in unison

Conquered by the breeze, they will come back again,

Then she bent down and picked up a lost dream

And she tucked it away in her pocket,

She knew just who it was meant for and when it was meant to be

So she whispered off into the receding tide of life.



And far away on another shore, he gently fingered the locket

That she had given him so long ago, through life mists

He remembered her red hair blowing softly in an Autumn breeze,

He remembered the dancing beauty of her soul

And as he thought of her dark eyes, he shed a tear of reminiscence

And a wish that one day they would be together once more,

Yet where she was, the grass was green and the sunset gold

And the river where they had stood on its bridge glowed silver

With the ripples of every dreamer that had said a passing prayer,

For their new reunion was a slowly nearing yet certain thing…

[Lisa Arnold]

Keith, the way you weave a glorious story with your poetry is to be admired, well-done

[nanaursula]

She walked through half forgotten memories... These words really tugged my heart, your beautiful poem tells a story I can relate to. Long gone times, they came to new life while , thank you. Blessings, Ursula xx