Whispered Dreams for Yesterday.
I softly lift the pen to write a requiem to forsaken dreams;
a love affair that never was;
star-crossed... not quite in step, it seems.
A tiny poem, tinged with sadness for a love so unfulfilled;
For, I have always loved you...
and, I suppose I always will.
So many times I watched you reaching out when true love seemed to call;
so many times you tried to fly...
so many times, I watched you fall.
I longed to take you in my arms,
to hold you close... to comfort you;
For, I have always loved you...
but, you never guessed,
you never knew.
No matter; you have found true love at last;
and I, in truth, am glad
for you,
but, hidden by the smile... my secret heart is deeply sad.
I always knew such fragile dreams of you,
one day, would come to naught;
But, I have always loved you...
you are always somewhere in my thoughts.
Perhaps, some distant, moon-swept night
when hollow wind is in the trees,
your thoughts may drift to long-lost days...
and, smiling soft...
remember me.
Recalling poems made for you, so long ago...
so far away;
soft echoes of a love confounded...
Whispered dreams for yesterday.
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Just a peek at the other side.
Not autobiographical!
By calladhor
© 2012 calladhor
(All rights reserved)
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