It often would come back to me
in dreams, just how we used to be.
They’d conjure up your face and smile,
your touch at kissing gate and stile,
where moon hung aimless o’er the hill
as we both shivered from the chill
of winter, and its offspring, snow,
whose frosty fingers forced below
the temperature, till we would freeze.
Then breathe, with bitter breath, the breeze
of sorrow, sent on wings of white,
that turned our daydreams into night.
Then ushered in our silent time,
when hill no longer we would climb.
Disintegrated into dust,
we’d left behind, by breach of trust,
our dreams, of how we used to be
before we turned to fantasy.
Both grieving ghosts, as light as air,
lamenting our lost love affair.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 3rd, 2022 12:16
- Comment from author about the poem: for those who have lost love
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Oh my goodness, this was beautiful Kevin! Yes, it's sad but I find the beauty in your words and rhyme.
Many thanks, Christina. ("parting is such sweet sorrow") Again, thanks for your kind comments and feedback on my poor little rhymes.
They certainly are not "poor" little rhymes, you simply do not give yourself enough credit!! Exquisite!
The emotion clearly expressed, that is a good and deep. Thankyou
Many thanks. Tallisman. I appreciate your taking the time.
Very beautiful, and sad, lovely written,
I love the picture,very beautiful
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