Suitably the Same Attired

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I glimpse without resting

My legs or my back

The little dreams of you

 

In a waking world unfit

To carry you my ideal

To your final resting place

 

In my arms, certainly rarely

Can I expect you to come

Home to the place where I waited

 

For signs of your existence

That it can be said that I best

Loved from a distance

 

Hoped for you, beyond time

The same as always

The flowers they still smell sweet

 

Back to the birthplace of love

Evolution, my origins unknown.

 

Reviews

[Mary C]

Beautiful Poetry.....