Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry

In Another Lifetime

In another lifetime, the skies are not
so beautiful yet depressed.
No thorns are attached to the roses that
grow in our sacred garden.
We still write and exchange love letters,
embossed in black ink.
There are no tear stains on the
pages of my secret journal.
You and I live in a world of our own—
away from all who were cruel to us.
We can catch the rainbow whilst the
fluttering Monarch butterflies
kiss the tips of our noses.

In this lifetime, we live amongst
old wooden shelves of our bookshop;
reading the poetry that makes your
cheeks flush scarlet aloud.
We can remain forever, dancing to
the melodies of the songs that
bring us immense joy.

Perhaps, in that other lifetime,
you and I grow old together.