Matthew Edward Peterson
Matthew Edward Peterson Poems
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i dream of a place not unlike this. where the wind can carry us to the beyond and forever.
i hold you closely near without looking in any direction. i feel the soft touch of your scent.
the old oak makes for splendid pleasantry for my eyes to watch as the turning ages transform
with colours and the wind sweeps our leaves to unknown places.
i can see this dream as a canvas of time
holding still and firm to what treasures we have made together
pursuing not for ourselves, but each other.
whispering softly the sounds of love and bond
i hold strong for you
to return to my...
and he walked to the moon and back
if only to see the distance it made
in steps and in patterns