My Remembrance of Your Being

My remembrance of your being

Is like the sweetest of dreams

The edges of which never fade

I find you in the early morning Sun

Your presence lingers when it sets

The soft drizzle that caresses

The morning Sun that warms

The flowing river that cleanses

The gentle zephyr that calms

My remembrance of your being

Is like the first rain of early spring

The scent of which lingers thereafter

Your thoughts brighten the dark nights

I recall you in the feeble moonbeam

A signpost that guides the lost

An oasis that quenches the thirst

The lost ship that comes ashore

A palliative that alleviates the hurt

My remembrance of your being

Is like nothing that has ever been

It defines every moment that I live

I find a part of you in everything I see

In its wake comes alive a part of me

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Siddhartha,

A delicate poem to be savored slowly. A very nice job, My Friend.

"I find you in the early morning Sun
Your presence lingers when it sets"

Yes...So nice. I see it. I understand.

Beautiful verse, full of emotion. A powerful write that was greatly enjoyed.

All my best,

Rick

[Siddhartha]

Thanks Rick. Your reviews matter my friend :)

[DCT ponderings]

Loved this. The format was fabulous and the imagery delicious!

[Saumya]

its wonderful..........exceptionally good

[Siddhartha]

Thanks so much for stopping by Saumya :)