Still, I remember when I held your hand,
When we made our way, our prints, on time's sand,
believing that what we shared had no end,
In hope, love and trust, two blest souls did mend.
Night or day, you were always in my mind,
As heaven led us to all light could find,
My dreams nest'd in blazes and summer blooms,
Never was the sight of a shard of gloom.
Till midnight came, and carried you ahead,
And the stillness questioned all we've ever said,
Yet, my tears drenched soul (in the dark) did grope,
For a tint, a turn, in hope against hope.
'The essence between couldn't have been to die!
A thousand times 'No!' It was meant to fly high!'
You remain in the recess of my heart,
Knowing that nothing can keep us apart.
Surely, we'll meet at the fountains of light,
Where love began, where love is ever right.
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Vittorio_Topaz
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poesía...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
