Andrew Fairchild Poet Rhyme

If I Could Dream Those Eyes

If I could dream those eyes, bright stars!  I’d be a Man, again!
(By which, I mean, awake to every need)
If I could sheathe the sword in stone, I’d learn to couch the pen,
And write words that suggest, but never bleed.

If I could muse my way through tomes and find you waiting there,
A better woolgather than any told,
If I could cross to Heaven’s Vale and kneel before your chair,
I’d live again, and never would grow old!

But there are better ways than those I choose to now embrace,
More practical, and sensible are these,
Ensconce within my heart a Rose, and in it, find your face,
And bear it with me always, sign of Peace!

3/17/2019

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Djeli Forchion March 27, 2019 at 6:45 AM as refreshing as a warm spring breeze. A brilliant conjuring. Thank you. Andrew Fairchild March 27, 2019 at 8:43 AM Very kind. Thanks!

Andrea Dietrich March 17, 2019 at 7:15 PM this is just so beautiful. It is good to write this way in your mourning. Producing poignant poetry. Andrew Fairchild March 27, 2019 at 8:36 AM Oh THANK you! I think it is good to do, too!

Carolyn Devonshire March 17, 2019 at 2:21 PM Losing a loved one often leads to "what if" thoughts, Andrew. Sometimes it helps to believe we'll meet them again in the afterlife. A very touching poem, my friend. Hugs for you, Carolyn Andrew Fairchild March 27, 2019 at 8:35 AM Thank you for your kind and gentle message. I know, some day, I will be with Laurie in Paradise!

Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2019 at 3:10 AM Ah, heartfelt, with a glimmer of sadness, but barely touching it and not staying long. A tribute. Andrew Fairchild March 17, 2019 at 3:21 AM It helps, in my process, to touch the surface of the lake, like a rock skipping across it, sometimes... It helps me to see the Beauty and relationship that still IS, across the veils of time and space. Without that, the grief would be too overwhelming. But there will be other poems, in which I stay with it!