as sunlight
poured into the sea –
dreams unto the sleeper
shades of autumn
muddled on the ground –
storybook
of senseless fate
turns without an ending
found you there
beneath the final page
alone
as I had wondered
survived by lowly verse
and dates to tell
(of those to dwell) beside –
whenever then
the covers torn
to let the light shine in
remember this
as truth to slip
away
paper sails
to evermore –
beyond the sunset shimmer
redeemed to love
as once the night
(to shine)
came the art of breathing
to claim another shore
valentines were drawn
against the tide
before the fairest
blossom fades
as longing met with heart –
as flame would burst
to daffodil again
let not the distance anguish
for somewhere else I am –
awaiting you
as morning waits the sun
well said…
🙂 more often than not, the heart and soul speak clearly….. Thanks, Dean.
I like the way you crafted the last line.
Thank you so much, dear one……..
Ah, the sleeping one so very beloved. How this poem honors that one and all the blooms of the heart, like daffodils, given back and forth between the two who loved!
Thank you, Granbee. I believe we have no greater command than to love. If I ever loved, I will always. If I can stop, then I never really loved, did I? The universe may change and time may alter our perceptions, but love is always love. Of course, that’s just my opinion! ❤ Love you, Bobbie