Time With You

Tears fall in the stillness beneath a shooting star,
whose bitter sweetness has a sadness yet to claim.
With moon in hand, night waves along a shallow bar.

Summer yawns as blossoms spill from her darkened frame,
anchored by time on the stem, though dead, undying,
and blown by the whispering wind that shapes your name.

The joy of loving always ends without trying.
It's a living death that, until dead, is unknown,
a bird whose little wing is no longer flying.

The long, sad shadow of yesterday walks alone
as each star of memory fades and falls from sight,
embedded forever in a river of stone.

I am caught between the shape of shadow and light,
dreaming of tomorrow when the world will wake new;
and I can rise with wings beyond the mountain height.

Until then, I drift backwards to a time with you.

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Quite a lovely, nostalgic piece, with imagery light and diaphonous. You have a soft, sure touch when in a reflective mood, and invoke an inner silence to still the heart.

[bluessadmood]

Linda in putting images..and showing your feeling no one surpass you..
Tears fall in the stillness beneath a shooting star,
whose bitter sweetness has a sadness yet to claim.
With moon in hand, night waves along a shallow bar.
Summer yawns as blossoms spill from her darkened frame,
anchored by time on the stem, though dead, undying,
and blown by the whispering wind that shapes your name.
dreaming of tomorrow when the world will wake new;
and I can rise with wings beyond the mountain height.
Until then, I drift backwards to a time with you.
such lovely deeply thought images..so dreamy
i could go for hours telling about those sweet images
i could sip at them till i get drunk
i just loved every word..wonderful work
great work..