Oh sweet poem
In my dreams
How all the world did love you
They knew your wisdom
They saw your beauty
They felt your inspiration
They sang songs from your rhythms
When they spoke of greatness they shouted your name
And they smiled…for you brought them such peace and joy
But I awoke to find you had abandoned me
Left me alone to stare into the abyss
Of another hollow page
At 9 I longed to be 16
At 16 I screamed to be 18
At 18 I begged to be 21
At 21 I thought surely life will be great at 30
At 30 I wished again to be 21
At 40 I begged for 18
At 50, I acted like 16
At 60 I dream of being 9
When I am 70,
Will I wish I had never been born?
Let me bring you love from a meadow’s velvet floor; where the grass ripples from a summer’s breath and the bright flowers of purple and gold dance on its gentle wave. Their perfume glides through your childhood memories and heals your wounds.
Let me bring you love from a winter’s night; where the pale moon hangs suspended in a frosted glass sky and the twitching skeletons of lifeless Maples cast bewitching images onto the frozen white canvas.
Let me bring you love from a low fire at midnight; with you safely tucked beneath my blanket and the soft light of the last dying embers dancing smoothly in your eyes, removing all resistance.
Let me bring you love from my last heartbeat…my last breath…my last kiss.
Let me bring you love until my last heartbeat…my last breath…my last kiss.
9/21/2017 was my wife and my 42nd anniversary.
You glide gently through the seasons
Disguised by your maturity
But you can’t hide away from me
You carefree laughing girl of youth
Your eyes dance through my soul
Your love caresses my heart
Your lips kiss away my burdens
Your smile unleashes my dreams
I have known you throughout the ages
Yet you surprise me each new day
We emptied her room today
Faded photos of a mother
Holding children whose faces
That we can barely recall
We emptied her closet today
Clothes from summers and winters
Too long ago to remember
Now just charity donations
We emptied her life today
Forgotten pieces and fragments
Tucked neatly into drawers
Given to her by…who knows
We cried for her today
Heads on shoulders
Arms holding each other
In fear we will not remember
We promised to save her love today
Tucked it deep into our hearts
Where the tears could not find it
To wash it away
We said goodbye to her today.
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