She. Poem by Kevin East

She
Whispered things
My heart had never heard.
Wild imaginings,
Contained in just one word.
Her eyes
Still live in mine.
-Now embers
Of November's
Darkest days.
They light my memory
Of childhood dream.
As blue moonbeam
Comes out and plays.

She
Kissed me.
When our world was new.
And missed me
As our flower grew.
At night,
We could never say goodbye.
So light,
The cloud on which we'd lie.
But could never sleep.
Until we touched again,
We would weep.
Our souls embraced
Those heartfelt letters of amour.
As whitest dove raced
To bring them to our door.
She
Squeezed my hand so tight
Unknowingly,
For one last time.
Now she pours from my pen tonight
To hide forever in my rhyme.