BY MY SIDE

The way you looked at me, was erased by the cold wind. ***I hope the length does not deter you from reading :)

BY MY SIDE

The way you looked at me,
was erased by the cold wind.
Your scent drowned,
in the anguish
of my heart and soul.

There are days when
I look out on the horizon,
hoping to catch glimpses
of your sweet face
in the shimmering light.

To no avail; the clouds
dance across the gray skies,
laying raindrops on me
to wake me from sadness;
murmuring they know.

There wasn’t a day
I did not wish your pain unto me.
To love and cherish,
your martyr;
“Until death do us part”.

We may not have been right,
but I’ll be damned, if our love
did not give birth to each and
every new day to call our own.

Our hearts lived for one another.

Now, I dance alone in the wind.
Meadows of the brightest
greens and sunshine yellows,
cry morning dew;
for they miss your touch.

Forests we used to walk,
no longer breathe your perfume.
Autumn reigns supreme;
orchestrating the leaves, as they
fall in cascading symphony.

 

“Remember the hills
of our dreams?”
Well, they still stand firm
in all their towering glory,
awaiting our dreams to return.

I dare only climb midway,
for our dreams are incomplete.
It takes two to build
the castles in our sky,
so I pray you return to me.

Overlooking our earthly kingdom:
fields of our yore,
trees in harmony with the wind,
the sun-kissed peaks of our dreams -
I embrace the portrait in the locket.

A handful of sunshine
around my neck, warming the soul;
breathing love onto my chest.
“I will never leave your side”,
whispers softly into my heart...

Author's Note

I don't know if it comes across as being different from my usual, but it is definitely so :)

Thank you for the feedback should you leave it.

Reviews

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I normally dont like the longer poems (attention span problem) but this was a captivating read from the first line, you feel compelled to read on, as you hook your reader into the emotion very quickly, it was touching and sad, tinged with such loving hope..I really think you have a solid poem on your hands here.

[Alicia Schroeder]

This is beautiful and sweet, very nice.

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

i really love this poem...good job! it is so nicely done that other people can relate so much on what it wants to expressed:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. Most of us have left things behind that appears often by repetition of activities and actions. I like the walk of life you took me on with you in your words. When I go to the ocean. The gentle breeze and taste of good coffee bring back the haunting memories. A outstanding poem of a missed love.
Coyote

[Vitcky Walker]

Well Done, this poem is so typical and simple words used, flowing like silent river
great FlawedByDesign

[Cherry Blossom]

I love it its nice to know a guy wants to save a relationship this is very sad but very beautiful wonderful ending

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

Very romantic...and yes it is a long poems but sometimes we have so much to express that a longer write is more apt.I like the imagery here..and the lilting feeling of a constant true love that never leaves one's side.

[Ladysue]

A very strong opener giving a precise image. This flowed naturally with a gentle emotion with devotion. Such admiration and beauty within your words. I absolutely love the last verse...so beautiful....

[David W Moore III]

The first stanza was painted like a master. The imagery was vivid. What followed was quite touching. With a handful of brilliant lines:
Meadows of the brightest
greens and sunshine yellows,
cry morning dew; - nice,
and the last stanza was great as well. Very nice work.

[Michael X]

wow, smokin poetry here, inspiring i say, three things are working for this
poem, the form, the grammar and the consistancy by these features alone
i found this masterfully personified in intelligent emotion, keyed by carefully
chosen words, and yet there is so much more here, like sentiment,
the timeless heart and portrait, thanks for sharing such lively talent

[PadfootBlack]

Magical and tragic. Great job, the words are perfectly sculpted, like a painting, each brush stroke is meaningful and has purpose.