by Thomas Davis
Uncover my eyes that I may look
And see the mountains covered with shadow,
The tambourine of stars in the sky,
The trumpet of the new moon!
Uncover my eyes that I may look
And see the rain cloud tent over the earth,
The rain slant like small grey spears into the earth,
The small rivers flowing away from flinty rock!
Uncover my eyes that I may look
And see her dancing to the melodious sound of the harp,
Her feet moving like the wind-blown blossoms of cherry trees,
Her hands clapping in time to the movement of stars!
Note: This is a love poem I wrote to Ethel when we were both young. These and the children’s poems I am posting were written in the 1960s and 1970s. Reading these, I find I have lost the young poet’s lyricism. But I still love Ethel. A lifetime love is still possible.
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Lovely and romantic 🙂 It is good to know love lasts!
Reblogged this on Eremophila’s Musings and commented:
Simply beautiful…… 🙂
i enjoy this youthful lyricism. cheers to long-lasting love!
I liked the poem, but I liked the comment even more. Perhaps a different kind of written expression will reveal itself?
Wonderful lyricism indeed, Thomas.
Thank you for sharing! So lovely.:)
-Jennifer
Oh, let us always have eyes wide open to see our love dancing before us. You WERE very lyrical in those days, dear Thomas! Wonderfully blessed is Ethel!
In this poem, you seems to be uncovering your eyes to a new kind of beauty, a new way of seeing that only your love for Ethel can open. It is otherwordly, a place where blossoms and stars dance to tambourines and trumpets. Beautiful love, Thomas.
love this.. romance and childhood play time rolled into one sweet moment of nostalgia. I wish you both lots of love for all the years to come
Quite wonderful, indeed–God bless you both with many more years to celebrate your love!
Thomas, I can see why Ethel fell in love with you – and you her. A beautiful love poem! I see you’ve ALWAYS been a gifted writer and will be looking forward to more of these older ones.
First, Thomas, let me say, wow! This is simply lovely. There’s no reptilian brain complicating things here, is there? When my mother died last year, we found a whole box of letters from my father to my mother written during the war. Love letters. This poem reminds me of them. Simple, direct, true. Subtle, complicated, and true. Uncover my eyes. That’s still happening, isn’t it?
I hope it’s still happening, Jim. I hope it is. Funny thing is that my Mom brought my Dad’s letters to her during World War II when she came down right after my surgery for cancer. Our tracks sometimes have parallel paths.
Simply delightful, Thomas! I’m so glad to be a part of your sharing of this time in your life … and, as you say, “A lifetime love is still possible” – you and Ethel are a wonderful testament to that. I love this! 🙂
Magic Thomas! So romantic~ 🙂
Thank you for sharing these lovely lyrics from the past…that are obviously the present too! And may long your love continued.