DANCING WATER

[Willa Mae]

Dancing Water
By: WAN

Mild morning dew,
So cool, it’s a beautiful view!
Droplets of rain, it’s so calm!
Like an innocent child’s tears on my palm…

Running on the greens
Watching for the golden grain
Growing from the soul of earth
Blessed by the heaven’s tears

In a pond inside this forest
I always look at my image in rest
With these dried leaves surrounding me
Feeling the touch of wind hugging me

Spirit from the water of heavens
Where have you been?
I hope you will dance with me every morning,
I hope you will be with me in every evening…

I guess you know about my tears,
My hopes and prayers
Turned into these dancing waters
Swirling around me, enjoying my laughter…

The ink of my dreams
Flowed our from my veins
And danced with your glory
Became my best story…

“I pray you will always be my water and wind
For this is the only time that I will see and learn
When I sit down on the greens
Watching you dancing

[Cecelia Gay]

The ink of my dreams
Flowed our from my veins
And danced with your glory
Became my best story…

For me peaceful and calm well built imagery telling a story of creativity. Thanks for sharing. Enjoyed reading it. Cecelia

[Willa Mae]

thank you so much Cecelia:) Thank you for making me smile as well:) Have a good day!

[Janet Budd]

Enchanting writing. I found the spirit of the poem infectious, washing over and through me leaving a lovely feeling of optimism. Thanks. Janet

[Willa Mae]

oh thank you for the comment Janet:) thank you for taking the time to read this poem too:) have a nice day
always,
wan

[Naseer Ahmed Nasir]

Beautiful write... Trinity of water, wind and human soul.

[Willa Mae]

hi Naseer, thank you for the comment, I really appreciated it. Have a nice day,

WAN

[Naseer Ahmed Nasir]

You are welcome, WAN.

[Jan]

another nice read from you..i like the metaphors and the theme of the dancing waters..really creative..

[Willa Mae]

thank you jan:)

[Janet Budd]

'The ink of my dreams flowed out from my veins' what a fantastic description of that creative energy that poets experience. Enjoyed reading this. Jan