Diamond of my youth, bright like a star,
I imagine sometimes where you are . . .
You may well be, as always I assume,
far - so very far - away from me,
but for all I know, you could also be
like those mountains nearby me that loom.
In my mind, you loom. But what if it's the tomb
where I might find you ultimately?
I can't bear to think
of you, Darling, in the tomb
or beneath the hard dark ground
better it will be
to think of you as my star
burning ever brightly on
May 3, 2017 for 'Best romantic write May-July 2017' Poetry Contest
of John Hamilton (sorry not free verse; it's all I had
for romantic category in that time period)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017