You'd Come

Inspired by a dream.

You'd Come

 

You'd come to me, miles over more

and I’d smile

to catch a moment's whisper of your scent

locked, somewhere, in wind chimes

tickled by the pines

you'd come to me, blind and free

and I’d play the violin

your sway matching that of the tide

between sand drifts and snowfall

you'd scar tears upon my cheeks

and I’d wonder where you came from

how you blew in on peppered air

           you'd come to me.

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Great imagery. The relaxed tone helped a lot in establishing a poem both wishful and imaginative. It's very short but a comfortable read nonetheless.

Keep Writing. ^___^

[Danny Anthony Schromen]

Really enjoyed this Erin. I'd like to hear you play the violin someday. LOL. No really, it is a lovely poem written by a lovely friend.