in thirst
and stem bent
in want
weary of lack
withdrawn to glories
of auld lang syne
till upon a cup
of kindness
did pour
a love aged
of golden
sunset
before the cooling
kiss
of night's
blue eyes
as within the trees
did a whisper
say
hold on
just a little longer
hold on
poem found tucked in Trev's Journal
2 comments:
Dear, dear heart that wrote such...
I have to say it straight right away that I have no hope of expressing the magnitude...
This is the most touching, lovely poem I have ever read.
So smooth are the change(s), complete though they are, it is as one breath, in then out. Your expressiveness has long been celebrated, but the communication within this poem is supreme. The final stanza is absolutely unique, I would say the words fell away, if it made sense, that the meaning arrived, it came by way of a whisper through the trees. The words dissolved, I know not how else to say it, and left was the essence.
Thank you my dearest Ms Storm. Your kindness is noted and appreciated. :-)
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