Wednesday, February 25, 2009

PHANTOM

Last night when the moon was free
I sent a breeze as messenger ...
to brush across your lips.
Did you turn your head, alert
because it ruffled your hair
so like my fingers, light as air?
Did you close your eyes to dream
and hear the rustle of the leaves?
It was my echo, whispering
my heart, my soul, belong to you!

And, always when the moon hangs low
should you but pause and wish for me ...
you will feel my presence near
lingering in every shadow
beneath the pale moonglow of night.

18 comments:

  1. Such a romantic poem and lovely words. Loved it.

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  2. Oh! Margie. It is soooooo romantic and full of love.

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  3. Moonlight always brings the romance and love in you, beautiful Margie! :)

    Btw, it's not your blog. If you see me here except weekends, that means I am A okay here! :D

    Some blogs have more than 10 widgets like Slide flashing all over the place, those are ones give me trouble.

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  4. so lovely, Margie...so full of mystery and romance and loveliness...

    as i close my eyes i take myself somewhere far away, transported by the magic of your poem ...

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  5. can i buy d copyright for this one...this was soooooooooooooo beautiful...felt as if u got into my mind n penned down my thoughts...n no one else cud have done it better...loved it...m jus goin awwwwwwww!!!!

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  6. I love the moon...its so peaceful :)

    Keshi.

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  7. Hey Margie...that was sooooooooooo beautiful!!!

    And I love the moon too....it speaks to me in the dark starless skies at night!!!


    This is one of your best for sure!!!

    Take Care

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  8. Hi, Margie.

    Thanks for dropping by my blog. It's a pleasure to be here on you space, to see such lovely words.

    Thank you.

    *cheers*

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  9. don't you just love the moon!
    so beautiful and romantic...

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  10. we were almost on the same thought yesterday. :)

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  11. Loved this poem.Romance is in the air.You have so much talent Margie.

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  12. ro man ticccccc....it just reminded me that love can be any where...only thing u should believe it ....the pic was awesome...

    beautiful poem once again margie..

    urs..hemu..

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  13. Thank you so much, Priya!
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    Hi Anne
    Many thanks!
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    Hello Asha
    Yes, I love the moonight...it's so romantic to me.
    Thanks very much!

    Glad my blog was not among those, then.
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    Thank you so much, Joanne, for you kind words!
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    Hi Mayz
    WOW!
    I'm thrilled that you loved my poem so much!
    Thanks so much for the lovely comment!
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    Me too, Keshi....I Love the moon!
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    Thank you so much, Akshat!
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    Hi Magiceye
    Many thanks to you!
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    Hello Soul
    It was great visiting you & I loved your blog!
    Thanks for your visit here and kind words!
    A pleasure to have you here!
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    Hi Art
    I thank you!
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    Ye, Polona...I so love the moon.
    Thank you!
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    Yes, we sure were, Andrew!
    I really enjoyed your post that day!
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    Hi Starry
    So glad you loved my poem.
    Thanks so much for your kind words!
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    Hello Hemu
    Glad you are back again and thanks so much for the nice comment!

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  14. Oh Margie this is utterly beautiful.
    I love this.

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  15. Thank you so very much, Janice!
    What a lovely comment!
    Take care, my friend!
    I'm still smilimg from our talk the other day on the phone.

    Margie:)

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  16. i am sure you will be sending him that breeze later this week...and he will know it is you...smiles.

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Each day comes
bearing its own gifts ...
Untie the ribbons.

-Ruth Ann Schabacker