In the shadow of the night
I fear you might
A candle lights
Hopes, dreams of futures past
Fade away like a distant memory –a cast away
I see you blow affectionate kisses
Night has fallen
I hear you calling
Faint cries rattle on the window pane
Covers donned while you toss and turn
Tears of tomorrows sorrow fill night’s air
Soft warm hand pressed on cheek
While you squeeze the very essence of me
Gentle whiffs of past scent remain
Hair tangled –drenched from somber moans
There is no wrench
Our time was brief
Though life can be cruel
Our love was true
Stronger than all the rivers
And when you shiver –know it is I blowing you a kiss.
Farewell my love
Reblogged this on Dream Big, Dream Often and commented:
A thoughtful dedication to Allison Parker and Adam Ward the two reporters that were shot and killed in Virginia…
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Thank you Danny!
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My pleasure! Very nice tribute to those two reporters. Terrible event
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Yes it was! And thank you again
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I love this poem! This part truly shakes me:
“Hair tangled –drenched from somber moans/There is no wrench/Our time was brief.” Amazing!
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Thank you Mrs. Lady, I really appreciate your kind words.
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Really loved it!
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Thank you!
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Oh I adore this, so moving!! 💕
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Thank you Jennifer.
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My pleasure! 🌺
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