I saw the sun rise next to my window, Am very thrilled to say hello to the dew drops. In every walk on the beach I have found shells. Love the way life is leading me on, With all that I wish for being fulfilled. My heart leaps up to

Thanks Sweet Desert.You really are as sweet as your name suggests.

Well,just some corrections.... sorry... I went through The book that I borrowed from a friend a long time ago. I saw a letter hidden between pages one hundred and four and one hundred and five. It was a love letter

Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps -- Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the breadth of blue! by Emily Dickenson Couldn't resist posting a second one.

If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to miss, were merry, And to mourn, were gay, How very blithe the fingers That gathered this, Today! by Emily Dickenson

Friends, any comments would be appreciated.

Thanks Mr.P. I too was feeling that the last lines are a little out of the way.Maybe, this should be better... The fingers gently sensed the thin strings of the guitar. Melody slowly swept by like the warm afternoon breeze

Thanks Sweet desert. I appreciate your encouragement. Thanks Cookie.Yes, I thought about it and wrote it too.

Thanks Sweet desert.I read your poem and it is good.

Don't mind my saying this but it seems to me as if the poem has just stepped out of a thesarus.Maybe just simple words would bring more beauty to the poem and would be more understandable for the reader.