Waking, Her Pretty Smile, Her Presence- Both Lives Uplifted

Waking, Her Pretty Smile, Her Presence- Both Lives Uplifted Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind No, nothing, nothing rests easy on this wondering mind O' yes, there were earthen angels that knelt to pray for me Because truth is, I once was wild, so very wild and free In my illusions, heart birthed its strong defensive shield With that power, I was sworn, sworn to never ever yield To love, its offerings and its very dangerous paths That too oft hiding storm, waiting to unleash its great wraths. Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted. Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted. Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind Reasons to flee, yes, to yet another paradise find Expand that cavernous seeking, that restless urge of youth Looking back, I discover that was fallacy not truth For life and passing of time brings forth a stark reality Nothing is certain from birth to that coming *apogee Does one rightly sail allowing winds to wherever blow Or deny chance and plot a course to a better world go? Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted. Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted. Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born Those sad, pitiful nights praying for saving lights of morn None are worse than the "what ifs" and the deep "I wish instead" Or the epic heartbreak of sleeping alone in this bed O' that one could retreat, see to follow another trail One to gift time, deliver her wish from the wishing well Our living out a long life in the paradise we found Dearest hope, we so in love, to be eternally bound! Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted. Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted. Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born That promise of the eternal love we both had foresworn Now surrounds this grieving soul, terrible darkness so deep And soddened pillows from flowing tears each night I weep Dare I this, to rise up and to give hope another chance Retreating back into the depths of our youthful romance If, if only such could send me to her new resting place I would fly into that dream and to her sweet smiling face! Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted. Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted. Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2022 Romanticism, ( If only one could dream a beloved back to be together again ) Note: (1.) apogee: noun: a final climactic stage