Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

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Oh Sweetest Breeze Carry Me Home

Oh sweetest breeze carry me home 
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree
I'll carve my name into its trunk
and seal it with my love
I blow a kiss with painted lips
that match the colour of my heart.
And when the moon deceives the dusk
with its persistent glowing light
Those unique limbs will reach for me
to keep me safe, they will protect me in the wild.
I'd nestle 'tween their tender strength
as spuming stars fill up the night.
And  when at dawn the sun will rise
with molten gold warming my  eyes
This skin will bathe in drops of dew
dripping from leaves of painters' sleeves
splashed with a glossy silver-hue.
The birds will fly out of their nests
cloaked in their fur red-breasted dress
They 'll sing to us,along we'll sway
like fresh-cut blossoms blooming in May.
Oh sweetest breeze carry me home
to fields of nectar-green
So I may rest my tired back
against the gentle old oak tree .

Oh sweetest breeze where is that place,
Where  Is the place I call my own 
Is there a voice , Is there a wind
Is there an oak tree calling me home?

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Tobey Hill March 10, 2017 at 2:11 PM I stopped at an old and very large oak tree during a hike a couple of weeks ago. They are awesome....TAH

Carol B. March 8, 2017 at 2:49 PM This is an awesome poem. Beautiful!

Heidi Sands March 8, 2017 at 1:56 PM This is so beautiful Charmaine. ! :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 8, 2017 at 1:45 PM Dreamy! I hope to find my way there myself, such a beautiful place:) Last year I fell in love with the song "Oak Tree" by Annie Sumi, do check it out, I believe you will love it too ;) xomo!

Tim Smith March 8, 2017 at 12:00 PM Very comforting Charma...I think our place is always with our loved ones. Your breeze is your little sweetheart.

Chris Green March 8, 2017 at 10:53 AM Sigh, this is so beautiful Charmaine, so comforting and peaceful feeling. This poem warms the heart and causes a smile to bloom on my face. Your poetic visions always leave me amazed and mesmerized. I loved everything about this poem. Ah, just to relax under that old oak tree with someone special. A beautiful thought.