Just a Dream.
October 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
The smallest things, that tiny pile
The warmth of your hands, that bewitching smile
Times to cherish- eons of memories to file
Cherishing, loving- even if, for just a little while.
Deep in my arms, where you are supposed to be
The delicate vine, clung to the protective tree
Moments turn hard, the happy times shall flee
But together we fall, or live, you and me.
Finally, the fury has stopped- the wind does not scream
Adversity has fallen, love has reigned supreme
Gently I uncover my arms, to the warming sunbeam
It’s empty. Was all this, just a dream?