Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

A Million Years To Sunday - Poem by Jim Milks

I hold you close and lay your head upon my chest
I kiss your soft and pale cheek and whisper
“shhh little Dove, rest”

The broken glass sparkles like diamonds in the early morning sun
Reflecting on so many things that have been left undone
I shall keep you warm against cold and bitter wind

I know that I have sinned
And for that, for us there are no tomorrows
As I shall dwell forever in this well of sorrows

I can hear your heartbeat so soft so slow
“Oh God baby please don’t go”

I gently brush the red tears from your cold soft eyes
The sun shining on this tattered scene
One so sad and yet, somehow so serene

If I could pluck my heart from my chest
And place it in your dying breast I would
For just one moment, before you leave me for someplace above

Just so I could say on my dying lips
One last time
“I love you”


Comments about A Million Years To Sunday by Jim Milks

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (11/6/2008 8:24:00 AM)

    Great title, great poem. Enjoyed reading this. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 80 Points Kesav Easwaran (7/2/2008 9:13:00 PM)

    lines most touching, jim...sad and vibrant...good write (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 527 Points Paul Butters (4/20/2008 1:18:00 PM)

    Complete as well now (that you've retyped) . As I said, a moving and good poem. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 527 Points Paul Butters (4/20/2008 8:45:00 AM)

    A moving poem Jim, well written. Just check line 2 - suggest change 'you' to your', and line 13 - change 'shinning' to 'shining'. Cheers. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... (4/9/2008 4:05:00 PM)

    Interesting... sounds you know something the other person doesn't.... let them wait till Sunday, then... what if assumptions are wrong? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 20, 2008


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