I am he who worships Spring
in moonlit mountain shallows.
I am he who watches you,
insubstantial shadow.
I am he who brings night’s ship
safe to morning’s shore.
I am he who loves you,
your servant, evermore.
Ryan Stone
Whispers
beauty dawn friendship heart hope love moon moonlit morning nature night poem poetry ryan stone shadows ship sky spring Wind
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46 responses to “Whispers”
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A stunning piece, my friend, and I love the silhouette of flora against a morning sky, whispering as the speaker in your poem. You create perfect art!
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Simplicity in brevity
Beauty in profundity
You the master of poetry!
Love it Ryan. So damn good. -
wow, where do I find such an undying love like that? She is a lucky woman who has such a love 🙂
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Thank you, Melinda. The greatest thing about a love like this is that it only takes two people to believe that it’s real for it to become real. Very cool. I’ll let you in on something else I’m certain of – beautiful souls like yours shine so very brightly that they will always draw a beautiful soul mate to them.
What should I say!! I’m running out of adjectives to use and praises to shower you with. Would ‘splendid’ suffice? Would ‘amazing’ sound too little? What should I leave you with?
What to say that I haven’t said already…hhhhmmm, please hit the repeat button. Your artwork is incredible and ties in with your writing in every single post. Breathtaking, Ryan. Truly it is.
Silently breathtaking. And I am with “busymindthinking” above. I feel as though I say the same things each time,Mobutu that is because each piece of yours I read is of the same golden caliber. Great piece. 😃
Ryan, this is truly wonderful. The title, “Whispers” is perfect, as this poem has such a soft spoken character, a beautiful expression of love. Your stunning image adds to an already lovely poetic presentation. Take care. ~ Mia
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