Relaxation breath
The prayerful dawn,
Dreams return
To the ether
And leave reality behind.
I toast dusty memories
With a smooth beer at dusk,
I try to discover
My lost child-like charm
And heart of trust.
It is wonderful to come home
And not cry,
But I know,
There will be long departures
And permanent goodbyes.
You make a duet of the personal and the sublime in this sensitive poem about the ideal and the real. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Permanent goodbyes can take a great deal of time to the sublime Uriah! Or so I have found. Reaching out and grabbing you! Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May the music never die. Beautiful poem, Uriah. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra