An empty page is all I see
Creased with the marks of effort
No words adorn this page yet
No words have yet come to me
The empty page, is still to me so dear
It flashes with memories of you and me
Glazed, glowing the sepia tones
Appear. Disappear.
But every image speaks to me.
The page in which there is nothing to see
Speaks to me
Of a child, a boy, a man I have known
With heart full of love, a gift for me
A warmth that is the aura around my being
A spirit that binds me and makes me free
A laughter that mirrors innocent feeling
A smile that has always been my reason for living.
The images fall silent
Heard. Unheard
But they can’t say no more
For they lack the language
To express my soul.
With every breath, new images form
It intoxicates me with dreams happy and warm
Intangible as they are. Memory-filled images
Play with me and my mind
I find, they fade, I seek, they hide
Words don’t adorn this page yet
The words of gratitude fail to form
The way I wished. They seem inadequate
‘The moments’ says my heart to me
‘Mean more than these words can state’.
I look at you, now gently asleep
Next to me
A sigh of a million moments
Fills me within
A deep love I have known
In me a deep faith does reside
As on my cheek
A smile and a tear collide.
simple, deep, pure, touching, straight from the heart...:)
ReplyDeleteah! emotions again!
ReplyDeletegood work so! :)
This is probably your best writing I have read! It's got a soulful, lyrical touch to it and it streams a way into your heart.. both for those who have loved,and those who haven't- This piece will reach out to both kinds.
ReplyDeletewow!! literally speechless! i loved it!
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