The Dusty Book of Dreams
High upon the dusty shelf her poetry book sits untouch
Through days and nights
Through many years
As raindrops gathered
And snowflakes fell
The book sat silent
Of love and fear
A dream subded
For fifty some years
She wrote of memories
Of hopes and fears
She scribbled sweet nothings
As if someone could hear
And now alone
She sits subdued
Remembering the man
of fortitude
And now a time
As moments moved fast
Where she lie in sweet misery
And in an instant
she passed
High upon the dusty shelf her poetry book sits untouch
~
A Verse Taken From Her Book
A Painted Moment
From deep within a painted moment
Where shadows crawl through corridors
I peer beyond a silent thought
Where love, my love, sweet love of mine
Shall flutter free abound in light
From deep within, lost in flight
Again alone to wake beside
The dusty book of dreams
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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