Soaring on wings of the endless dawn
Skimming the earth...only as pawns
Before we know it...
In no time at all
We'll deserve what we have
With no where to fall
Let favorite illusions be as they must
Fleeting they come
As going they rust
We've visited before
Devored it all
Savored the taste and just had a ball
Together as friends
Escorting our muse
Shared ageless beauty and boundless reviews
Dearest of hearts and ageless ambitions
Hold me quick...fast
Keep tight this transition
Tomorrow will come and in all our haste
The sunset will blossom with no after taste
Then just as the midnight collapses around us
Our daydreams balloon ...
Our tears become rusted
Our hearts will regain what beat it remembers
As dawn brings new drama to dying old embers
And daylight reminds us that living is pain
Until nighttime commits us to travel again.
Awestruck at this one Susan, it has been a whiile since you last posted but you sure make up for it when you do. This is a masterpiece of reflection and foresight combined. Enjoyed and empathized.
fee
Where shooting stars admits spectacular poetry to regain
Wondering where you have been
Like little children with valentines to send
Our tears become fused
Life remains confused. . . . . . .
Susan, it is good to see your words again. The verse is ecellent as always, yet there seems and feels a finality in these words...might just be me...good to see you again.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Ron
The differing days make this alive and so true to many of the likes.
Christine
John
fee
Don't come down to earth. Write another poem.
Blessings,
John MD
Wondering where you have been
Like little children with valentines to send
Our tears become fused
Life remains confused. . . . . . .
Love those last 2 lines
Are you back home yet?
Always Allen
Regis