The Meadows of My Mind
The dawn
like a shy bride
touched my cheeks
with one soft
golden finger
and dropped
a dewy kiss
time to face
the agony of being alive
in a world wrapped
in the tortured arms
of the Earth.
There are days
when I don’t feel the emptiness
of your departure
the salty tears
somber mornings
looking through your clothes
swear I hear
your laughter
just beyond the grave
Thank you for the fine and sensitive work, Biola.
Wonderful expression of sentiments – thank you.
wow! I am very very grateful for your comments Andrew and Barteman. Thank you so much for your comments.
Wonderful!