and post notes and photos about your poem like Charlie Smith.
Twas like the night lived all alone
with faith mislaid from cause to wonder,
to lose the love so few have known,
this dream we lived no less to ponder
Our youth, wasted in defiant haste
to think such flights could ever end.
Past sacred fruit, no more to taste,
paid by a ransom we had to spend
You filled a heart with summer's breath
and touched this life with hope forgiving,
but there are storms that spare no death
to dreams of love meant for the living
At peace, stay close and wait for me
for in my dreams, you are all I see.
Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018