Beside the Stream
dust to dust and ash to ash
I wish that i could bring you back
from your waist a silken sash
lies here drying on the rack
twirling beneath the chandelier
our mirrored hands entwined
if only i could hold you near
I wish you were still mine...
where the sun shines, flowers bloom
if only this was always true
strewn on walls about the room
are photographs of me and you
wandering past the ancient trees
we would pick trailside flowers
moments shift just like the breeze
my tears are now my showers
everything has beauty, when we’re doomed
a statement absolute for you
a chest under the windowpane
holds your treasures old and new
shining pearls and glimmering jewels
scattered on stacks of paper
you never followed this worlds rules
your presence hangs like vapor
they say all things they fade with time
but some things never do
the stream flows gently and bells chime
where you bid the world adieu
golden sparkles ripple in light
strands of waving hair?
I knelt there taking in the sight:
you in your watery lair
Copyright © Shaina Templin | Year Posted 2015
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