Sarabande Poems - Poems about Sarabande

...Beneath the everyday attire, the spirit falls ill, dormant, In the monotony that seems an eternity of silver smoke, contingent. Boredom weaves its fabric between walls of flesh, walking dead, Many......Read the rest...

...My solitude weaves the paths of the night that unfolds beneath my footsteps, And when my eyelashes fall heavy - a puppetry of worlds dims in their blindness. In the frown of my eyebrows, The Moon ......Read the rest...

...In my reveries, I am a monk in the temple of love from the books written with shadows, Sailing through the endless pages, I let myself be carried by the breath of destiny of fragile heroes. They wh......Read the rest...

...Standing at the edge of the bay, I imagine a watery grave where lie Remains of an old Spanish galleon Laden with silver coins encrusted Barnacles and unsalvaged treasure, Where once ......Read the rest...

...My heart felt old; I sought the cold. Canada’s land was what I planned. Among trees grand and far inland To dance my sad brand of sarabande. Yet precious moments come when joy flowers, Far brief......Read the rest...

...If the book is too heavy, and low light, Then I close my eyes on the show pages. What happens in it? I do not know yet that reserve detours of history. It takes place without me. These a......Read the rest...

...Reclining within spring's bouquet she thought,” Please stay, don't rush away, I so enjoy, these blooms of May." This maiden who boldly proclaimed wished only for sweet azure sky upon which whi......Read the rest...