April's Reminiscence

Loyal a whisper intrudes the day When hope does wither like a dying rose Yet love would grace my heart to sway Into a nectar'd dream of soft repose. Where your slender hands like lilies Would storm my face to pluck the tears And your kiss like the Zephyr breeze In blackest night disarms the fears. A whispering memory of your love It springs sweet my morning hours Like pleasant birds and scented flowers That may lip my heart to prove. That your precious love still lingers deep When all is lost and hope expires And solitude are the spoils of my keep Your budding love and light aspires. My soul to leap and touch the stars To kiss the moon and hold the sun To tread the course and endless bars Of divinity and beyond. Tho' you're far away into a sleeping land Where the smiling rose may bud no more Where the breathing sun may fail to rise Or the tender doves to soar. A glorious scene my heart remains For God's pulsing blisses soft Would crown my days and life redeem From stagnant hope and loss In love's momentous dream!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lindley Avatar
May 6, 2014 at 6:26 PM
A truly breath taking offering! A description of love on a truly great scale Bravo!
Merrill Avatar
April 16, 2014 at 2:57 AM
Mustapha, Hi. This is a rich and skillfully composed work of art. It is wonderfully descriptive and powerfully imagistic; great use of style and device. Drop by sometime. Peace and blessings, Mel :)
Deschler Avatar
April 9, 2014 at 2:42 PM
Those whom we loved dearly will always be near our hearts, whether they be near or far. This is a wonderful romantic poem, Mustapha. You expressed yourself beautifully here!...Thank you so much for the kind comments, my friend. :)
Onclaud Avatar
April 1, 2014 at 3:49 PM
you speak of romance as is it were your middle name, mus.. your perfect night- day, brought me an outpouring of delight.. huggs
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