If dreams Could carry on after dawn But as a reality Not a fantasy What a happy world This would be for me The image of your face So crystal clear to me Will be something to hold So dear between my hands Our eyes will meet And you will see The depth of my love For you so true Joint forever in harmony The journey will be joyous As I devote my love to you My soul belongs to you If only dreams could carry on after dawn But as a reality Not a fantasy There will be no judge-mend Just the purest love of all Your face in my hands So crystal clear to me Your eyes in my eyes my dear Seeking for some answers For a love so scrumptious Not noxious and cruel But pure as a jewel If only I could live my every dream You will be that dream My living dream After dawn
This is so beautiful, Tinka. I am struggling with coming to grips with the knowledge that my ultimate love, though forever left unstated, is deeply involved with someone else, just as, after ten years of suffering in silence, I had planned to tell him. I'm in a true need for beautiful poetry today and found your poem very soothing.
Thanks,
Jill
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Precious words and music.
John
After bloody dawn indeed, bad light stopping play, and the weather too. But we got outa jail again.
Great art; this is one incredibly beautiful and romantic write my friend - gorgeous!!
Best wishes,
Robert
lovely
Love, Eileen
Thanks,
Jill
Paul:-}
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D