A Gift Of Dreams Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

There are moments when there is no sorry
Sorrow mocks the everlasting dream
Dear heart of love shall be gone tomorrow
Then so must wait upon a Spring

In love, is planting, for the harvest
Golden fields will yield, sown from seeds
Blue skies are like the image background
Dare one live for what may ever be

So few know love when it falls from Heaven
An Angel Loves only for life dreams
Parting gifts when wrapped in paper
Break the dearest, sweetest, best of things

So now returns the heartless spider
The field is barren and soon the ground will freeze
Alone is the lost, left to remember
In a web well built, The spider clings

(11/16/2021)