Where Mind Soul and Pen, Often Dance and Play

Where Mind Soul And Pen, Often Dance And Play In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm What in Life, can we truly ever hold True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow? Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die! Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet. There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream Where weeping willows in silent peace grow Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth Fair maiden, forever this true love holds. Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide Shall we believe in that promise forsworn? Robert J. Lindley, 8-27-2019 Verse Note: This poem was composed from titles of my own poems, for the twenty title contest. Only after composing did I see that it was to be titles of other poet friends. Intended to rewrite but was very ill for several days, forgot and saw the contest closed before I could rewrite using my poet friends' poem titles. I wish I had read the contest instructions better, But still I decided to keep it as is and post it. My mistake but I had truly great fun going over hundreds of my poems to find these twenty titles.