when from these tired
bones is wrought
the last of misery
when all I know
is how I loved –
while breath
was gifted me
when from this place
stories are blown
to fill an eastern sky
will then my name
be spoke aloud
by strangers
passing by
when from my silence
words are cleft –
as secrets from a kiss
as ever –
still shall love remain
to fill each
emptiness
. . .
…so wonderfully sounding words, pounding like the heart of poetry…
Thank you, my dear one. ❤
Dankeschön *freu* ⭐
May this wish come true, darlin’ girl……………………xo
I have no doubt it will. I hope it does for you as well, Paul.
💛
❤ indeed
I’ve been going through and ready quite a few of your pieces.
You have a beautiful talent. Your words are so emotional. I truly hope you continue to share.
Amazing poetry. Loved the words picked