It was a whisper; if you please,
almost a song played midst' the leaves.
Some soft care,
within the air;
it stirred my heart,
it met me there.
To my heart and burdened mind,
a memory, a smile kind;
I had been here once before,
that moment touched a day
of yore.
I basked within a golden glow,
A time flown sorrowed
years ago...
Could it be though much is strange,
in earthly plain of tears and change,
that I could reach through veil of time,
to touch the depth of the sublime?
That I could find you there again!
Dear, my heart, Oh, long missed friend!
I sensed you there,
so near to me;
in that day of
memory.....
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
It was a whisper; if you please,
almost a song played midst' the leaves.
Some soft care,
within the air;
it stirred my heart,
it met me there.
To my heart and burdened mind,
a memory, a smile kind;
I had been here once before,
that moment touched a day
of yore.
I basked within a golden glow,
A time flown sorrowed
years ago...
Could it be though much is strange,
in earthly plain of tears and change,
that I could reach through veil of time,
to touch the depth of the sublime?
That I could find you there again!
Dear, my heart, Oh, long missed friend!
I sensed you there,
so near to me;
in that day of
memory.....
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