Fear Not, My Love

I  d r i f t e d
amongst the willow trees in the breeze-
             swaying the barren branches into love’s fascination.

sitting along the pebbled shore
        assembling sandcastles and counting stardust
plummeting down onto the ebon eventide so gently.

we tremble not at what lies ahead,
for we are but a lifeline to the sunburst of dreams,
our love travels beneath the ocean floor. 

                              FEAR NOT, my love-
I have been enraptured by the effluence of
your unyielding devotion,
encompassing me in all the metaphors and syllables
       one woman can withstand. 

I never needed a soul to wash away my sins, 
but a man to tarry me into lands  b e y o n d  heaven’s gate.

for you are my redemption and more-
         my truce in a war, my salvation in life’s atonement.
you  e a s e  my aggrievances, 
             remedy all things that have brought me pain.
 


June 18, 2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Ashley Avatar
June 18, 2018 at 8:51 PM
Wow! I drifted beautifully on your fantastic emotions and imagery and fell in love with this write, Laura. Where do I even begin to comment when every line has me so enraptured.. I was poetically intoxicated after the first swig of your very first luscious and dreamy line; 'I drifted amongst the willow trees in the breeze - swaying the barren branches into love's fascination.' Breathtaking and a fav! Warmest wishes my friend.. ~Susan
Scars Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 10:09 AM
thank you sweet Susan for all your beautiful kindness...:)-luloo
Scars Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 10:09 AM
thank you sweet Susan for all your beautiful kindness...:)-luloo
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