On the porch of a log cabin home
A father and son sit alone watching the moonlit lake
Inside by a lantern’s light
Her song drifting into the night
Mother kneads the bread she’ll bake
On the nightbreeze float Her song ‘s poignant notes
The moon looks over the edge of the night
The ducks on the lake
From her tones awake
And sail down the path of light
Where does it go?
Only the child knows
For magic still lives in his soul
Warm and safe
In his father’s embrace
His spirit is free to roam
As his eyes finally close
The ducks see him go
Down the moon-lit path he flies
While his father holds him close
In his dream he knows
The way leads to the starry sky
We dwell more and more in Magic, and your words help my inner child to fly wherever she feels like going. Thank you, prescious Mother-
I felt the poetry of the moonlit sky and diamond gems by its side late last night and I awoke to your exquisite poetry… I wanted to drift off even further but had to get up 😁🦋🌎🌈
I so love your Magical ways, your verse, your voice,
your poetic muse.
I drift off with the boy, so real, your world of Wondrous Beauty💕🌠
This really brings to mind our Killarney retreats. 😀
We really floated in the childlike wonderment of nature.
I love your poetry, it is very uplifting. This one reminds me of my inner child that also likes to dream and likes to go to very pleasant places.
Much love from my heart,
Ton
Such strong feelings are evoked as I listen to the music of this magical moment. Thank you, Almine.
So beautiful, Almine, thank you.