The Sun
An ethereal warmth, I once attain
A grasp of peace to grace the rain
With every drop, a fervent bliss,
A smile, a godsend from your lips
I shall meet you there,
In the poet's dream
In an evergreen forest
By a laughing stream
Remembering every life we lived,
Admitting every grief we grieved
Each vision beaming, melting true,
To the weeping sky, bursting blue
I will not hold you to just a thought
To a frivolous muse illusion begot
I will hold you in my love, real as can be
I will wake to you, the sun, rested and free
-To Jack Ellison, my much needed sunshine
Thank you for inspiring me!
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2018
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