I see your face in clouds
that
drift
by
on warm days.
I am laid down
in fertile fields
green with the growth
of spring.
I hear your voice in the breeze
that
whispers
by
on warm days.
I walked here
alone
over hills
and through valleys
where other men have walked…
and
Your face speaks to me
in tender buds
bursting with life.
I
drift
with the clouds
and talk to the wind.
The sun
warms my spirit
and I lay still
wishing you were here.
Soon
I must return
leave this peaceful retreat…
I must walk
silently
away
back into a world
that knows me
differently than you.
You know the depths
of my spirit
and the hope of my soul.
The world knows me
only as a man.
As I leave
I will touch the bark
of ancient trees
crunch through dead leaves
and smell the freshness
of the woods…
I will glance one more time
to the sky
Listen one more time
to the breeze
and
remember one more time
the love
we once shared.
Author notes
While written several years ago this still is one of my own favorites and still applies to the lady I wrote to, although she is long since gone from my life.
Written November 18th, 1993
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I am sorry I mad you sad. I would never mean to do that although one never knows what a poem will do for another person. that is the beauty of poetry. Thanks for the comment.
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awww it is enchanting
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Beautiful and enchanting. The words and the way they are displayed adds to the poem.
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Moved me from a smile to tears. Well thought out and well felt. You wrote in a way that touches most all of us. I love this. Reminds me to not take life or loves for granted.
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Powerful
Emotive, well constructed and mournful...i dream of the one i love in much the same way. Sharp imagery and delicate execution. Made me feel melancholy, when 2 seconds ago i was smiling. Good work!
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