Hush my love, don’t fret and fuss -
now there’s just the two of us.
We’ll dream together, here below
the darkened sky,
the moon’s soft glow,
as we recall the time, now passed,
before there was a shadow cast
upon the world that once we knew,
when all was well for me and you.
Let’s gaze into the mirror long,
to see ourselves, both sure and strong -
there’s naught to fear, there’s nothing wrong -
and we will sing our final song.
The love and emotion are palpable when reading this poem. Very moving, extremely beautiful. A masterpieces, Val
So tender, , so bitter-sweet, so sad Only the very great poets can stir up this emotional tempest
Your poem is delightful and strongly optimistic. Love is a power that helps us to stand tall and not fearing our last song, it stirs like any good poem.
Empty nesters? Alone, in the end, that farewell to everything once known, and hello to everything new.... Remember going off to kindergarten? Losing the sanctity of everything you knew, mornings with mother, comforting love, off to something unknown, something different, something outside that of so familiar comfort zone, scared, lagging, hesitating - dreading the change... It was a Saturday in 1965 when my school was registering new kindergarten students so dad was home that day. He loaded the wagon with everyone, all the kids and mom, and headed for that school. With seven of us kids it was easy to get lost in the count. I told myself I was a big boy, I wasn't afraid - that's not why I didn't get in the car.... I saw a fly in the kitchen and decided it was more important to spend that early afternoon at home with a flyswatter - ridding our home of those petulant pests. I certainly didn't have time to go gallivanting around at some school. Mom and Dad didn't notice I wasn't there until they got to the school. Eventually I ended up in that class though, with Mrs. Hawkins, who was spending her very first year as a teacher. And I fell absolutely madly in love with her. I emailed her 40 years later during her very last year of teaching at that same school. I didn't think she would remember me, but she said that it was her first year of teaching and she fell in love with me too, could never forget me. In '08 she came to my father's funeral. I hugged her for the first time in 43 years. I'm glad that I went to that class. I think empty nesting is gonna be kind of the same...
A final song but not a final love! The singing of a beautiful love song ads fuel to the fire that is already burning with love notes. The fire of love is not easily extinguished by words nor by songs. A beautiful write again Val.
Hope not a final song because this is so good....should make an album :) haha_Soul
Your wonderful poem made me wonder: Must we have said a farewell, to have the precious flower of eternal love? Thank you for share dear Valerie, another poem of yours to love!
such a Beautiful piece could you play this on an acoustic? nicely penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning write with powerful intensity, beautifully written!