She Was Back Once More.

Goldfinch60



She was back,

Back with me.

Lying by my side,

That smiling face

Looking at me.

I looked  into her eyes,

Deep into her eyes,

And saw the love,

The love she had,

She had for me.

Knowing she would see

The love in my eyes,

The love I had,

I had for her.

We brought our lips

Together once more,

And that kiss took us

Took us to a world

A world remembered

For many years.

But then it happened,

I awoke from my dream

And she was gone once more,

But I knew she would be there

Waiting for me to join her,

On that day My Spirit rose,

Rose from my body.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2020 02:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: I don't remember many dreams but I had this one just before I awoke this morning. The video is one of the pieces of music that Joyce and I played when we were in a swing band back in the day. Joyce played clarinet and was the singer, I played trumpet - great times.
  • Category: Love
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Andy - It's not often the the theme of love in poetry gets to me (although I will be doing one of my own sometime soon). The ache - the wish to go back to that moment is one I certainly have experienced. By now you must have realised, I can't do the spirit thing - however the memory is warm and whole and I return to it whenever I need comfort.
    Take care, Dave

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Dave for your very kind and understanding words. My wife passed away on 30th December last year - her memory will always be with me.

      Andy

      • Doggerel Dave

        Ah - I hadn't realised your sorrow - or how close. Sorry.

        Take care of yourself, Dave

      • L. B. Mek

        wonderful,
        that you can see the tint of Sunshine through the storms of life is all the armour you need and the music you played with Joyce, will ever reside within each pulse of life,
        how proud she must be of you Andy,
        stay strong my friend: slice onions and let it all out, then garnish your steak and celebrate, as she too gets to share within each breath you squeeze from life...

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you LB, very much appreciated, she still shares her new life with me.

          Andy

        • Amon

          pen-master

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Amon, most kind.

            Andy



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