“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.
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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~