Timothy Ray Poet Romanticism

Death

death can never cease to exist
what lives in my every moment
the softness within her eyes
a light brush of a hand
taking my breath away
lips as doves landing
upon mine
a smile bequeathing me purest of joy
become eyes shuttered in ecstasy
death cannot take away
what heaven will return to me
for an eternity
it becomes awaiting the dream
a day closer to you
death will never perish
my reason for living
ask Mrs. Muir who waits on the balcony
if matter never perishes
what more can i add to the gift 
that lives forever within love
or in my every heartbeat

   OKC 2/18/22

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Christopher Grieves March 2, 2023 at 11:15 PM Ahh (sighs) almost made me tear up this - anyone who has lost a loved one will know, past the grief is the gratitude. I wish we could all be more present when it counts. Blessings. Timothy Ray March 10, 2023 at 9:06 PM thank you for your thoughts....the pinnacle of love sits upon a foundation of gratitude...days blur as the growing beauty beyond the veil moves into clarity