Gelderland
Oh Gelderland,
in night I wait for you,
long before the tugging slay
of slate-smudged days.
Are you real or just a dream?
Oh Gelderland,
lying down with evening’s hearth
watching flame and twisting sprites,
hearing coals cracked wide
against my spite.
Tell me again
the things I wish I knew -
before my open eyes forget,
before my loping heart regrets
Oh Gelderland.
Let old winds blow,
like soul of souls on ribbon air
from you oh Gelderland -
come soon your mystery,
come soon.
December 22nd, 2006 at 2:14 pm
in celebratory anticipations of the return to the setting of one’s dreams perhaps?
striking! thank you, Stone
December 22nd, 2006 at 5:51 pm
:)
December 30th, 2006 at 4:12 pm
Very soothing poem. I keep coming back to it.
December 31st, 2006 at 4:05 pm
“hearing coals cracked wide
against our spite.”
Great line. Er, lines.
Love the ending too.
Outstanding!