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Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow

Yesteryear Her Heart Slept Upon My Pillow Yesteryear her heart slept upon my pillow, there warmth and tenderness softly lay. Her life gone now, cut the weeping willow shred the shadows dancing in my dismay. Those magnificent nights we shared our all drank in love, life and sweetest wine. Holding on to her precious memories I recall feasts upon which I again want to dine. Forever faithful in our true love's passion, eager for each new dawn's wondrous day. Her touch and style never out of fashion, I dare to plead for again whenever I pray. There warmth and tenderness softly lay. Two hearts melted together each new day. R.J. Lindley June 11th 1976 NOTE-- This stanza below was pulled and the closing two verses inserted to change the poem into a sonnet. I'll always keep both versions.... My wife practically demanded that I not change it at all! I replied, author's privilege and now she pouts methinks. "Life and Time destroyed the beauty of that rose, a flower plucked from its heavenly spot. Sad, a living death that in addiction she chose and all our life and future she then forgot."

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Kelly Deschler

Date: 11/19/2015 10:18:00 PM

A beautiful expression of the longing for a love lost and sadly, maybe even forgotten about... Very, very well written, my friend. I think all of us can relate to this poem in some way.

Lin Lane

Date: 11/19/2015 1:42:00 PM

So very beautiful, Robert. I have to agree with Nathan. The man remembers everything they shared together, and to think that she forgot is too sad.. Apologies to your wife, or pssst... don't tell her I said lol

Robert Lindley
Date: 11/19/2015 6:05:00 PM

My friend, thanks much for your comments and I'll not tell her. My first wife, her addiction was stronger than her love --as is often the case when its a hard drug . Supposedly she has now been clean for the last decade. I am shocked that she is still alive..

Nathan D.

Date: 11/19/2015 10:16:00 AM

what a very expressive write. I prefer the posted one though just as sad it seems more poetic and less melodramatic. very awesome write

Robert Lindley
Date: 11/19/2015 6:01:00 PM

Thanks Nathan, I prefer the new poem over the old. Yet the old was me and how I felt at the time of the first writing.