December Fantasia
(For Marinela Kotsina, a fine writer, beautiful photographer and joyous friend)
Winter's storied dreams
freshly sprouted from time's bough
reflect heart's window
Written and posted in Gather net by my dear friend Glenn T.
Photo by Glen T.
December 25th / 2008

DEDICATION
From the Sea
There from the beginning of time your waves have crashed upon our shores, setting our sights to the deeper meaning of it all.
Storms gather and speak in their thunderous voices only to be softened by a whisper speaking my name.
Long thoughts have you spent here contemplating the inner peace we all strive to get, yet it is in your heart that causes a balance of man and nature as you sit by the sea.
Many stories have been written about mermaids and all other sea fearing creatures but one has never been disputed and that is Marinela who comes from the sea.
I have stood on cliffs at great heights to see you crash upon the shores, yet only a few will listen to your song.
You cross the boundaries of miles to whisper soothing thoughts just as a gentle rain awakes the deeper cleansing of the earth.
Words and expression are not enough, for those that have so little can now rest in knowing a true shoulder from six thousand six hundred fifty miles away is whispering their name across your gigantic heart.
Whisp of ocean spray lingers upon my soul as a fresh aromatic scent that never leaves the senses, so is she that comes from the ocean and sings a wonderful tune to sooth my pain in dark hours.

By
Robert F. Yelton 6/4/07 ©
{Dedicated to Marinela}
Marinela, Here is a verse I wrote for your birthday on Tuesday!
Birthdays come and birthdays go, but you're One of a Kind. May the future year bring you all that you have in mind. May the Goddess bless you with the love that you deserve, May the God protect you and secure your promised word. My wish for you is everything that's good and wise and pure, that you remain unfettered by what Time makes us endure! Happy Birthday,
Published with the kind permission of Diane Tegarden.
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Contented
I would not take back fled years
to do it all over again or differently
nor even sigh for yellow light of mornings
or for dewdrops as rainbows glowing
set aflame by the rising sun
Rather let me sigh contented
in soft twilight gently falling
with evening stars slowly strengthening
as mellow lamps of Heaven being
unhurriedly lit to illuminate my way home

By
Magi the magical poet ©
21/07/08
I dedicate this to my dear friend, Marinela Kotsina, having far too long overlooked to do so.