I do still dream of you
In the dark and silent night
When the winds so gently blow
And the stars shine shards of light.
I do still dream of you
Your face and eyes so sweet,
Swirling curls of raven hue,
Your soft white hands and feet.
My wandering thoughts so faint
In midnights’ darkest dreams
Of love that never dies
Through my deepest sleep still streams.
Your rosy lips, now pale;
Now still and cold your heart,
As soon too mine will fail,
Our end destined from the start.
Oh, wake me from this dream
Wherein love and life must fail
And let me kiss you once again
On your lips and forehead pale.
My shallow breath grows weak and thin,
My heart gives out at last,
Oh hold me close to you again
When this life from me has passed.
Even then will I dream of you
In that bright, eternal light
Where the winds no longer blow
And there’s never dark of night.
Your lips no longer cold and pale,
Your heartbeat loud and fast,
Your arms and mine in love entwined
When we meet again – at last.
Author notes
Another blast from the past. This is from my early days here about a year ago.
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A wonderful, heartfelt poem. My compliments, poet.
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Beautiful expression of love and loss. Another amazing write! Well done
Mariana
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So lyrical ... a poem of song.
Your beautiful soul becomes manifest in writes like this one; tender and sensitive, as always.
I love it when you post memories of yesteryear.
Write on, Poet.
Love
Myra
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i enjoyed the blast
a simple and sweetly tender
write - i needed to read this
tonight. thank you.
lane
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I think half the views here are mine. This seemed to fit. A lock of savage fur from the past:
Yet, I give you thin cross-sections. Death I meant to be no end, an airy cloak to push, but I am more of death than life, and that means not that it is a bigger part of me. In spoken time you reach through this life, that warm sheet of death and the next until the death of all and even as the stars burn red with stellar winds and die, beyond their death to pass, wrap around the lives of souls -- with one soft touch. Something in the spirit's voice knows beyond the matter of all black holes. Surely if you travel a depth to meet a shallow you break it with a whisper to step into the next, even if I was not there, you move the core of me. Or would that not be the reference to you now. . It would, a certainty.
My rants, insane, huh? Damn I miss you, How could you not miss that. It's like choking on blood.
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This is perfect- all there is to it.
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