“Come back to me” she whispered
and I, in the swirl o’ lyfe’s success
understood not her request,
but I can still see her eyes
glowing
with a luve
which made me somewhat...
uncomfortable.
Alas ..for what I know now
bleeds my eyes of tears,
my journey into heaven
so short..so wonderous..
ending..
and into hopelessness
decending back
to the living hell..
A simple tymepiece is all I have left
which from an angels hand
I did receive
and still I see
glowing
from her faraway eyes
a luve
undying...
Perhaps a tyme will come
somewhere....
when
joy will reign
on many planes
and mysteries solved..
then I might.
return to her.
This was a moving and sad poem. Yet, I like that you leave the doorway of possibility open at the end. We just never know what life has in store for us.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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This was a moving and sad poem. Yet, I like that you leave the doorway of possibility open at the end. We just never know what life has in store for us.
Great!
~Rose~