So, here we are at the end. The end you say? The end of this weeks featured poems from, ‘A Poetic Proposal’, my collection of poetry dedicated to Ionia. Finally, I hear some of you gasp. Finally the end of reading poems that we have all seen on this blog before. Well of course. Did you think I was going to include those special ones that haven’t appeared here? Of course you didn’t. Those are reserved for readers of the book. Still, I hope that you have enjoyed the poems that have appeared here this week. Remember there are more of the same, and even some that haven’t appeared on the blog, in the book.
This poem appeared previously on the blog not so long ago in July 2014. As a bonus for your patience in reading these posts I have prepared a reading of this poem, one of my very favourites, for you.
You are my Heaven
Consigned to hell,
To find my heaven
Inside my heaven
You freed me from hell, and became my heaven
Whilst purgatory keeps me, from being with you
When I escape this rock of our pain,
I shall join you, my love,
You are my heaven,
My heart, my soul,
Shall we be whole.
The book is available here and comes in both digital and paperback format. Stocking fillers! Don’t forget.
After their battles in Gaia and surviving the Island of Pallice, the champions of Windemere are off on their next adventure.
In his quest to be a hero and help others, Luke Callindor has jumped into danger countless times and would do so again without hesitation. So when he is infected by the toxic Dark Wind, it is up to his friends to find a cure and keep his courage alive. With time running out and their enemies in the shadows, one ally will make the decision to share in Luke’s suffering and forge a bond that runs thicker than blood. Such a sacrifice might not be enough when the truth behind this living curse comes to light.
Will Luke find the strength to defeat the Dark Wind? What ghosts from his past will appear during his weakest hour?
About the Author:
Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.