Peeking Near The Peak

Fall colors

“C’mon! C’mon!” she sang.
Spontaneity, not my strong suit,
gently urged me to change my usual tune.

Pursed lips and a kiss  followed by a whistle,
announced the arrival of the Pied Piper ready to pipe,
and a new song was formed the instant I said, “Yes! I will.”
Then night became my day, and my way was clearly directed.

Oh, the lengths one will go to when love is on the line,
perhaps, for the last time, and perhaps, for the first.
Sooner, rather than later, we agreed the time had come.
My heart leapt at the chance, and raced like never before.

The Piper’s calming influence brought faith and trust to light.
As the mighty Sun rose to the peak of glory that morning,
I soared in Love’s pure flight, before coming down to Earth,
landing quietly and perfectly OK in the arms of my true love.

If illusions are like spells, we must peek through the veils.

We become the fiery trails,
when we near the breakthrough
of a reality built for two.

I kiss the back of your hand.
You smile, giggle, and nod.
We followed the Master Plan,
then gave thanks unto God.

Uncle Tree

♫ ♪ ♫

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49 thoughts on “Peeking Near The Peak

  1. “Pursed lips and a kiss ♥ followed by a whistle,
    announced the arrival of the Pied Piper ready to pipe,
    and a new song was formed the instant I said, “Yes! I will.”
    Then night became my day, and my way was clearly directed.

    Oh, the lengths one will go to, when love is on the line,
    perhaps, for the last time, and perhaps, for the first.”
    Beautiful!

  2. Is it changing the usual tune that’s a little worrisome, or peeking through the veils of illusion?

  3. Hello Bro,i am glad i see Your superb autumn place too, Do You live in US ? i bet this is Poland friend 😉 amazing colours and Your words always full of meaning ,Bless,EM

  4. I’m informed that Autumn’s colours are always there but that they hide behind the green. Where would we be without the green of sunlight’s processing? Would we necessarily fall?

  5. I’m so glad you liked this, Caro. ❤ I thank you very much, my love!
    "Over the river and through the woods…" to Fiery Trails we go.
    One for the giver and two for the goods — Wildfire, we took the show!
    (to a whole new level that wasn't level at all, thanks to that Fire Marshall) 😉

    Luvz and hugz to my pw — my Willow Queen Caroline! Yours, Uncle Tree

  6. Yes, in the U.S, Em. Nebraska. The wallpaper I found fit perfectly, methinks.
    I don’t know where the shot was taken, but I’ll take your word for it, friend.
    Take care, bro! 🙂 Peace and luvz, Keith

  7. If I think in Einstein’s terms, Ed, then I see we are always falling, always rising,
    always drifting sideways, always off on a tangent, and always on target,
    because we’re really knot anywhere, and there is no place else to go, anyway.

  8. Thank you for liking “November Skies.” I enjoyed reading this wonderful poem about the joy of love. It’s so full of life and passion.
    The autumn photo filled with gold and fiery red leaves is a great match for the poem.

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