She stopped and asked me to write her remembrance On a day when she could read Left open the mind Planted one last seed
Captain is on the table One glass to the brim Three of us sitting Just looking at the color with in
Cup runs over into the shadow of death Last walk along the river Taste the last breath Each sips her last request
It takes a dreamer and a reacher To see past the day Inside the books we read We learn how to write and pray
An't no saints in the water No devils in the wine Whiskey goes down Burns a bit every time
Took a drink of cool water Washed the soul of life Read her words on the border Wondering about her lonely nights
Time is the wild side of every dream Walk the willow see the value Catch a star in a seam Faith I know you hold you close
Edge of knowledge past of freedom Walk in the eyes of hope Wanted more in life Than a place to sleep
Passed the torch of wishes Soul upon a mantle to keep Passion in a bottle Days in a book
Wisdom outside looking Wonder what she took No writer or star catcher Just a heaven scream
Write the story Count the pages Live the life Keep the dream
Felt her mind pass before me Felt her breath in the wind Tasted her hope Forgave her the sin There are no gardens Where time will Let you just be But in writing you can set your soul free
Saw her smoke swirling to the heavens As the book burnt its edge Walked the path just thinking I knew her when
Just whisper in the pages of a mind Left in writing on a version We may never find Truth is never ending but it dies sometimes
Walt - this caused a shiver in my spine - a fine fulfillment to a friend's request. I love the last sentence: "Truth is never ending but it dies sometimes"...
A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
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