Last night I had a dream
I wish had never ended.
I dremt I'd found the woman
my birth had taken me from.
We reunited, as before in heaven's vales,
but then my eyes were opened by the sun
and then the morning breeze.
I shut them tight again
to see her pretty face instead,
but all is faded now--I can't recall
but a trace, but a footprint left on
the seashore, left for a crazed lover
to guard from the waves, as proof
of the foot that left it long ago.
I've never felt a love like this before—
so deep--so unassuming--so capable
of lasting a lifetime--and even beyond.
Now it's all but gone,
as when I was born
and torn from her,
and I can only feel with my heart
it was real,
and try as best I can
to remember:
the old wrinkles on her face as she smiled,
the constellations in her eyes,
the snaking, river-line of her lips,
her embrace,
her footprints on the sand
left for me to guard against the waves.
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That's a really interesting
That's a really interesting poem,Taylor. It really makes you stop and think
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca
Wow....
Great poem!
Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond
That's a really interesting
That's a really interesting poem,Taylor. It really makes you stop and think
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes
"Sometimes even to live is courage."
-Seneca