Between You and Me
that rock over there, the one with the smooth
gray surface, blended with light
it looks like a promise, weakened by the darkness
softer than the heat that pours out
melting torrents of blazing light, sun’s song
wishing that I might sing along…
that bird, a fleeting glimpse of happiness
on wings so graceful and delightful
they seem to sing with the tune of the sun’s rhythm
joyful and convinced that hope remembers,
the light softens as it breaks through the mist
rising on the river, sun’s glowing…
that dew drenched rose, with elegant petals
whispering sweetness to the dawn
stirring the music of every heart song
embracing the feelings so hope sings along
alive, like the colors of a miracle
poured out into the spirit who believes
in the distant stories, the poetry…
that raindrop, fading beneath the clouds
risking its gentling, its rhythms
sliding over the mountains, the meadows
erasing the dusty mist of afternoon
with the winds of a hesitant blessing
falling on the heavy memories
blowing apart the whimsical feelings,
arising to reveal the presence of a song
who plays in the grass, the melancholic
blue of a sky who always knew…
that moment, before you knew the night
would soon fade from the poem
and all around, the light would pour in
soothing the spirit, creating imaginary seeds
who begin to sprout victories, poetry
from the earth’s leftover emotions,
fluid dreams of what might be…
that joy, who comes from those who see
beyond the shadows, to the heart of the belief
the knowing…
that yesterday has taken up its wings
and will never be, a part of the now who sees
beyond the darkness, to the still cool need
for a gentle word, a story unheard
the poetry of you and me, our love…
beyond words, beyond grief
whatever comes, there is you and me,
the promise, the prayer, the praise
it will always amaze…
in the rhythms of a silent tune
there is a blessing, a gentle word
pure as hope and as graceful as love
it is the blessing of knowing our bond
will never doubt – we’ll always hold on
because we know.. whatever might come
we have something better than poetry
we have something wiser than knowledge
we have a connection, a tie that leads
to the warmth of adoration that will always be….
the wonder of what lives, between you and me
there is love that will never leave
there is hope that will always be
there is a story that seeks to see
beyond the darkness, beyond the grief
to the music that is such sweet peace
the song that rhymes with sensitivity
the love that is alive and will always be
the link that abides between you and me!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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