I'll Always Remember

I'll Always Remember

A Poem by Terry O'Leary

I’ll always remember the moment we met...

(Haunting   woodlands in springtime, your slim silhouette)

the glint in your eyes sparked a tempest at dawn

invading the dreams of a slumbering fawn.

 

I’ll always remember your singular smile

(Fusing fantasies, fancies and phantoms the while)

when I brought you a daisy - then fled from the room,

weaving dizzy designs on a mystical loom.

 

I’ll always remember first touching your hand

(Like the wing of a sparrow, frail fingers were fanned)

with my heartbeat aflutter, I jittered with joy -

on the surface, a man, though inside still a boy.

 

I’ll always remember the sound of your laugh

(Merry mermaid amused in a summer sea bath)

as we strayed 'long the strand, for a moment, alone,

with your tresses a’ tousle and tumbled and blown.

 

I’ll always remember your breath on my skin

(Seeking castles in chaos, a spirit in spin)

as you drew me aside and our tongues first entwined -

the mysteries of love had begun to unwind.

 

I’ll always remember the fires of love,

(Shades of autumn ablaze in the tree leaves above)

with passions igniting whenever we lay,

painting stars in the night with the brilliance of day.

 

I’ll always remember the shattering knell

(Wanton words tolled in winter...  ‘Adieu, dear... farewell’)

just a note near a nook where so often we slept

which I read and reread and reread while I wept.

© 2017 Terry O'Leary


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beautiful analogies sing and dance in this lovely but sad love poem...

i really like "the fury of love"---

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Jacob!!
This is so well written. Although it ends sad, it is beautiful. Well done. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


Terry O'Leary

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Valentine!

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