I met you in ethereal mist,
your sigh became the wistful air
that blessed me with remembered touch,
soothing loss
and bleak despair.
I saw you in the virgin dawn,
in sunlight brightened by your smile,
against the blue your eyes inspired,
they brought you back
to shine a while.
I sat with you in setting sun,
in peace you left to sooth my soul,
upon the hill that knew you well,
remembrance
that will make me whole.
2 comments:
What a lovely poem. Such a great talent to have. Thank you for sharing. Rosie
Thank you so much Rosie, how very kind of you,
Pam
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