The Wind Is In The Willows

The wind is in the willows
like a song in my heart
as drops of deliquescence
from cloudy eyelids start.
My mind is in the moment
of rosy fetters past.
We shared a life together
that ended much too fast.

The fireflies of fancy
hang in the darkened night
like little Chinese lanterns
on gentle wings of flight.
I smile at the remembrance.
I wipe away a tear.
If only God could hear me,
my arms would hold you near.

Like those who came before me,
with their hearts opened wide,
I drank in love's glory
then sank in the stormy tide.
The sun-sparked blaze is dying.
The rain its tribute pours,
and flowers float forever
from hands on sandy shores.

When I close my eyes to dream
and dreams around me close
and wind is in the willows
and twilight on the rose,
the fireflies of fancy
take to the darkened night.
We ride as one together
and rise as morning light.

Reviews

[Gleb Zavlanov]

I completely agree with Poet Sayings. This poem is so magical, so spellbinding and musical, and so rich and lush . Your gift for poetry shines through this poem and will forever reverberate through the hearts of all poets and readers alike. Amazing job!

[Michael X]

wow, this is breathtaking, i loved it, such a flight among stars, a magical way with words bring your poem to life Linda, the spell is its beauty