Showing posts with label When the Angels Sing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label When the Angels Sing. Show all posts

Friday, April 28, 2017

Raven Eyes by Michael Steven Tunstall during National Poetry Month




Raven Eyes


When I looked into her raven eyes,
like two enchanting sirens of ancient times,
they drew me in and held me tight.

But like all exotic things,
this love I could not cage,
and so I set her free, to fly away.


And while in nightly rest,
as my mind sweeps away its cluttered stores,
it oft brings to memory those raven eyes
that forever hold me close...
~~~



Saturday, July 16, 2016

Shrangri-La by Michael Steven Tunstall from When The Angels Sing... Plus Complementary Songs!

Hurray! I'm back on line, having taken my computer apart and put it back together...apologies to Blogger since I was sending help messages to them...

When I was working with computerized information systems, I knew everything I needed to know about the software and its use, but it's still hard for me to handle the hardware... Thankfully, I had help walking through what I'd done yesterday and I got one more  suggestion which proved to be the right solution! Thanks and love Tracey!

Sooo, since I'm happily back to doing what I love to do...share books and poetry with all of you, I thought I'd pull out a poem that means a lot to me... with the song (loved it always)
This was "our" song at one time for a man who meant a lot to me...and the poetry spoke to me as well...  Then I found a couple of newer songs from that which first I loved... Both quite intriguing, right?!





Shangri-La

Whisper in my ear
and I shall cherish thy tender words,
gift me but a lock of thy golden hair
and I will bid thee fare thee well.
Weep not thyself to sleep upon thy nightly bed,
for in thy sleep we shall meet in

Shangri-La


http://blog.ubi.com/far-cry-4-shangri-la/







Sunday, December 6, 2015

Storm's Horizon - From When the Angels Sing by Michael Steven Tunstall


Storm's Horizon

I sail the sea of unpredictable times,
in search of Noah's dream,


I am suspended between the heavens above
and the earth beneath.
I pray for the calm as I ready for the storm,
trusting in the Lord
to deliver me from what's to come.



~~~