Wednesday, December 18, 2013


The sunniest of days can still declare
Downsides of lonely times spent pondering.
Blue skies don’t always mask cruellest despair
And soft breezes can’t stop tears wandering.
If you were here I’d be up for laughter
And I’d set my soul to your enjoyment.
Then we’d climb to kisses and much after
Upon the summits of love’s employment.
But I can touch you only with my heart
In dreams where sweet romance survives time’s tests
And desires fuse and never ever part.
Yet hope was slain when you were laid to rest,
Not coming home but in bitter sojourn,
Exiled, broken, and never to return.

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