If I am the night
You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
If I am the plain old blue sky
You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
If I was a lyric
You were the music that caresses every line
If I am a face
You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.
But I am not the night
Yet you are still that beautiful dream
I am not the sky
Yet I knew that you would bring color to my life
I am not a lyric
Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter
I don't have that much of a face
Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips.
Yet again
You are but only a dream.
June 1,2009
I lost you again, yet I'll keep on dreaming...
(For my son who have had to fight a fierce battle even before his little heart started beating.)
Thank you very much Lindsey... I have not written anything in a long time. I did have another son, and he occupies my waking hours. :)
This poem was one a deep passion revealing beauty and sorrow, telling a story with few words. This poem was one of very few that brought tears to my eyes, and a delight to read. It is my hope that you continue to write. Thank you, for putting into words what I never could.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I am the night You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more.......ihear the music of your laughter.... i lost you again..... poem describing the love and the sense of loss. yet i will keep on dreaming. dev