When I lay lonely ‘neath a broken bower
All sad and wilted like forgotten flower
I took my comfort from a crumb so tiny
A thought, as small as diamond dew drop shiny.
That you, my life and love on Earth, so tender
Would not forget me: my sweet heartbreak mender!
That while we breathed upon the world still turning
And kind Aurora kept on rising, burning.
You’d visit me, in dreams, to slay my sleeping sorrow
And pledge to me that on some bright tomorrow
We’d meet, once more, upon a moonlit meadow,
Alive, in love, in land of no more shadow!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2019 10:57
- Comment from author about the poem: My dream that turned into reality
- Category: Love
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A wonderfully appreciative read - thank you for sharing such happiness Kevin.
Thank you, Fay, for your kind comments and feedback. I appreciate your taking the time to read my poor little poem. 😊
Beautifully written!
Many thanks. 😊
That land is in front of us and love will fulfill its promise there.
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