Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.


Here's another poem! Hope you like!

Loves,
Hils xXx

wow i almost didnt read this but i really liked it...i like how you can do different styles. this had a lilting, celtic feel to it almost.

Thanks so much! I love writingin different styles, it gives me more of a varity.

Loves,
Hils xXx

I loved it. Yeah, it had a very magical, flowing rythm. Great work

Thank yu very much! =]]

xx.