When Time Hands Me Leave to Love YouA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormUnfilled dreams visit me and I pretend thundering pain does not touch my soul when I can't hear you say, “I love you”Unfilled dreams visit me and I pretend thundering pain does not touch my soul when I can't hear you say, “I love you” before I lay me down to sleep. Still, I wonder if I called out on the coldest night would I hear nothing but silence inside the dreams I keep. In the morning hours I write your name in the air with a hand of power, creating an image of love's fire that can never be lost in thought. A delightful understanding becomes a sensation of living with the eyes of my heart wrapped around the words I have sought. My mind sings our story even when I am alone. It shouts from an ocean of heaven with a tune swinging to the countless beat of our future need. It paints our past with long strokes of feeling outside of all the years that were hidden by a shadow's greed. Here I stand as I am with an invitation circling my heart creating a place for you to be when time hands me leave to love you with every breath I breathe. Although, I may not hear the words from your lips the eyes of my heart hear you speak with ears........ that see. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorNeva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormGAAboutHello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..Writing
|