I feel the emotion of form…

like minds

I can still hear the sound of your voice in my head,
regretting the things, which we left unsaid.
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
speaking out love,
in diaphanous streams.
Your fragrance is everywhere,
in the cool of morning,
in the midnight air.
And even when sorrow is rife
and it steals my sleep
lays waste to my life,
I feel the emotion of form
the soft glow of a gentle morn,
when birdsong is at its best
as I wake
in an unholy mess,
my life overflowing with tears,
sinking into my greatest fear.
There’s a memory of still afternoons,
when sunlight kissed the cinnamon dunes,
and the ocean received your body
while waves absorbed my tears,
I heard your song of freedom
whispering in my ears.
Now you dance in cosmic vistas, far from Earthly pain,
your spirit forever soaring,
this remembrance remains.
Your path festooned with flowers, as far as the eye can see
in a star bedazzled Universe,
of eternal reveries.



10 thoughts on “I feel the emotion of form…

  1. Beatiful and yet sad, very sad. I feel your sadness and sorrow! But the end tells me you will get through this era of such extreme sorrow! Maybe not for a long, long time, But you will survive! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

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