yesterday I saw the gifts of your labor last fall
thick lush green shoots soon to echo riotous colors
of red yellow and white day lily's
images of you bent on your knees seeding
such delicate beauty that your eyes will never see
my soul reaps what you have sown
beloved486
A Poetry Site
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Death So Cruel
death so cruel
unforgiving pain sorrow loss
leaving one buried in black grief
slipping down into
the fresh soft dirt
the grave of all dreams
unforgiving pain sorrow loss
leaving one buried in black grief
slipping down into
the fresh soft dirt
the grave of all dreams
Monday, May 5, 2014
Cassiopeias Light Shines: Each Night
Cassiopeias Light Shines: Each Night: at first I lie awake each night patterns of street lamps dancing across my room surly he will come climbing so softly int...
Each Night
at first I lie awake each night
patterns of street lamps dancing across my room
surly he will come
climbing so softly into my cold little bed
whispering sorrows in his ear
my tears wetting his sweet brown eyes
those eyes, his eyes I have missed so much
once closed forever,now open to mine
then lips meeting lips
I am born anew
Thursday, April 3, 2014
World weary.......
World weary I wait
Ive a place I must go alone
Though the darkness is deep
And cold,so cold
Barefoot my gown brushes snow
leaving a path that none can follow
A promise to keep
For he waits
And I must go
Ive a place I must go alone
Though the darkness is deep
And cold,so cold
Barefoot my gown brushes snow
leaving a path that none can follow
A promise to keep
For he waits
And I must go
A promise to keep......
Lord teach me peace
bind my broken spirit
bring me home
he waits
and I said I won't be long
a promise to keep
a promise to keep
bind my broken spirit
bring me home
he waits
and I said I won't be long
a promise to keep
a promise to keep
He is here.......
he is here
i feel him
each night
as I lay in my narrow bed
darkness thins to gray
and once more
I am in his arms
he
returned from
the thick black nothing
of mould,dirt,ashes
with dew drenched lips
begins to kiss my sweet
memories
only the dawn notes our tryst
by Melanie Bishop
i feel him
each night
as I lay in my narrow bed
darkness thins to gray
and once more
I am in his arms
he
returned from
the thick black nothing
of mould,dirt,ashes
with dew drenched lips
begins to kiss my sweet
memories
only the dawn notes our tryst
by Melanie Bishop
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