Sunrise ~ Sunset

You came to me at Sunrise

as clear as day, not in disguise

I saw your face in the reflection

I badly wanted to make a connection

I knew you were here, by my side

I wasn't afraid, wasn't going to hide

I could smell your favourite perfume

as it permeated throughout the room

You were here, I know it wasn't a dream

to tell someone, that's what it would seem

I had my eyes open, I was wide awake

wasn't prepared to feel such a deep ache

You smiled your same beautiful smile

as you sat at the side of me for a while

You spoke to me with such eloquence

so much wisdom, grace and elegance

A mothers message filled with pure love

like a spirit messenger, the role of a dove

You stayed with me throughout that day

I listened to everything you had to say

I had so much that I had not told you yet

then you left me all over again, at Sunset

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love how your overall poem suggests there's an entity that comes into this narrator's life at sunrise & leaves at sunset, which is the opposite of how most picture this (haunting happens at night). I love when a writer turns a predictable situation into an uncommon one. I find your rhyming to be a bit simplistic in places, but you're learning to use more complex rhymes here & there. Even tho your poem suggests it's a mother doing the haunting, I found this reads more like a lover or a close friend who's haunting this narrator. Maybe the "mother" comment just refers to a nurturing spirit, not this narrator's actual mother -- anyhow, that's how I read it! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Poetic Beauty]

Those magical moment when we feel the presence of a loved one whom has departed this earth but has stopped in for a visit. I can feel the ache at the end when she leaves at sunset. Departure is never easy. Especially in this situation

[Relic]

Wow, I remember when my mother died. I felt like she was watching over me and often I would dream about her. This is sad but well expressed.

Great poem, YB.

[emmajoy]

What to say, yellow butterfly?! The aching, your need.. is utterly palpable. Each line slips the reins, releases a rush to be with someone. But in slow seconds the reader realises that need and deed is reversed, warmly, deeply. For me and others, surely. your poem will rekindle memories. Sunrise to Sunset comes every day . Every day can be painful when someone deeply loved has left you, whatever the cause. But, reading your words over again, perhaps you don;t appreciate the truth, you will have given and shared everything possible..