Drifting through my dreams
I have such fond memories
Of gentle kisses
Of breathing your breath
And desiring your body
Of chasing our dreams
And I remember
An old newspaper tells me
Of the day we wed
And how proud we were
Of so much laughter and joy
Now there is sadness
Winds whisper your name
The sea gives me your tidings
And sun shines your smile
Sometimes hints of someone are both a comfort and a reminder of the loss..beautifully done old egg
ReplyDeleteI like to think the past isn't really past, but merely a place we can't get to while in this human body. By the same token, those who have departed are free to go anywhere in time, so there is no need to come here. They can go into our future and rejoin us there.
ReplyDeleteSo delightfully wistful, the first four stanzas… They gave the incredible beauty of the last stanza all the more power to instill a lovely yearning.
ReplyDeleteMiss A