"doster" poems
My love has gone to war today and I can't hide the pain.
The tears I cry alone at night have fallen down like rain.
If my pillow where a rose, it would drink all night in bliss.
When I dream, I dream of being with you alone and how we kiss.
My love has gone to war today and I can't hide the fear.
I talk to you alone at night and hope that you can hear.
A rose left without water could, surely not, revive.
Yet, you have left me here and I am still alive.
My love has gone to war today and left me feeling blue.
I'll wipe my eyes, return to sleep, so I can be with you.
©Barry Doster
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
White blinding snow glistens, reflecting the shine of the Christmas moon into glowing irises and memories of times long past will beckon reminiscent smiles.
Crunching of pine needles under the snow as the kiss of the December cold stings unprepared lungs, icy breathe exhales merry laughter throughout the night.
An over decorated Christmas tree twinkles and glints it’s seasonal aura off the multifaceted gifts below, refracting wonderment into the bright eyes of awestruck children.
Enchantment and selfless love encircles the hearts and minds of loved ones gathered together in one accord, a peaceful sleep ensues allowing no doubt that God is near.
©Barry Doster
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC