why so many lonely years
since you tasted ambrosia
of love unfeigned, pure?
cheated, yes you were
but she who would have been
completed by your smile
has been cheated too
let these words, such pitiful
substitutes for my arms
enfold you in a gentle dream
where love is borne on west winds
that tenderly caress your face
and whisper, “it’s time now
to trust, to love again”
i'm only a bridge from there
to where you need to travel
only a voice on the wind
a love conveyed heart to heart
a place to start, your journey
toward the one who waits
for the treasure of your love
destiny is often eyes meeting
across a room, or an ocean
lips singing melodies of peace
wakening the sleeping need
to love and be loved once more
hands holding up mirrors to glimpse
images of who we really are
i'm just a candle in the wind
lighting your way again
toward love
What a beautiful candle this poem is for it enlightens a deep passion of love. He'll see the light from this poem and swiftly find his way back. Wonderful, loving poem.
Love, Bonnie
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on October 6, 2008
Beautiful words from such a beautiful woman...well done indeed...HUgssss
With that candel...darkness will never be the same, with those whispers...silence will never be deaf, with that bridge...distance will ever be so great.
Although, I hope that there are enough sand in the hour-glass to get that fleeing last second before it runs empty.
A lovely metaphoric poem so full of yearning and yet so tender.
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Art Sun...
Carole~
you never fail to deliver your wonderful thoughts
within your every write
Love & peace be with you
William
John
hugs
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Love, Bonnie
Very beautiful poem. And I love that song, always have.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
toward the one who waits
for the treasure of your love
We all truly need, a place to start.
that third stanza: only a voice on the wind / a love conveyed
heart to heart... -gene.
Although, I hope that there are enough sand in the hour-glass to get that fleeing last second before it runs empty.
A lovely metaphoric poem so full of yearning and yet so tender.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.