Last thoughts ???
She reached in, touched the heart of my soul !
I once, kissed away the dew from her eyes.
Her soul, her heart, I truly do not know,
nor do I know, what ?, behind her heart lies.
I can only guess at what doth show
within the essence of her many sighs.
Upon solar winds that doth blow.
Upon silver wings high in the skies.
Tomorrow descends, she will arrive.
For a moment my heart will come alive.
I cannot help but want so much more.
Even if it has been five years,
since she closed that beautiful door.
Now, when I think of her, it is always with tears
washing up, upon memories, sandy shore.
Memories of her never fade away, again
and again, written in the subconscious, they remain
a constant flow, the essence of many a refrain.
Happy Birthday my Love !!!
B. J. “A” 2
September 29th 2015
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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