She fled her body, to where the poets fly.
Her heart lived in that place,
an angel by night light.
There were feathers on the wind of day,
and music, like a lovers kiss, drifting.
Oh, how she loved, there.
Oh, how she loved.
And how she missed that beautiful whisper
when down to earth
she fell.
As if
to fall asleep in the arms of another
could be anything less than a gift
to be cherished.
Life and her beautiful pages;
how precious she is,
indeed,
for the sweetness of it.
If I hold your hand still,
if I paint your world bright,
if I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me?
If I answer your needs
with a need of my own,
If I paint your world bright,
If I sing you my songs
will you love,
will you love me
love?
I will always be here.
Feeling this depth of life,
remembering how much I have loved
and lost
and never regretted a moment.
Life has never attacked me,
though I’ve been broken by its force
many a time.
I try to remember:
on the other side of fear and pain,
there lives love.
Always, there lives love.
And my goodness.
I have loved.
Darling.
I have loved beyond it all.
It is a beautiful thing
to know love.
To feel it
burning,
aching,
glowing;
how I have known love
is as small as an hour born
of its grand, magnificent day.
I have loved in many ways.
Is there a garden I am yet to find?
A moment still to spring
upon the delicate plough of yesterday?
I am certain there is more to come.
I shall wait for it by the gate
where the red roses wither
and the daffodils wake
in sweet tufts
of two.
I will whisper my softness to you every night.
I will whisper my softness.
To you.
It is the softest kiss
lingering within a dream.
A wish of the soul to be held.
Arms that lay bare.
Eyes on a wall.
It is quiet, it is searching
all around
for you,
my love,
for you.
And what if the day of you
arrives in my arms?
Will my soul shout
yes
I know it is you!
like it sweetly shouted
once before?
Will it be love, my love?
Will it be you?
This bliss springs from gratefulness.
The sweet garden of memories
we planted within
my heart.
Grip my body in darkness
and I will show you
your soul.
May the black of the air around us
swirl
with scarlet dreams
and indigo flight.
Sweet Love.
I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there
traveling lightly in the fields of life,
towards home.
I have loved you sweetly
with the quiet of me,
my heart, my soul, my muse.
I will wait. Here.
In the fields of our forever.
I will wait.
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