Gordon Poem by Norah Tunney
Gordon
The one who haunts
my dreams is dead-
gone forever,
his ashes scattered
on standing stones,
hours there he spent
in silent search for a love
he never found,
all were drawn
to the quiet presence
of this noble being
who lived and died
so hidden,
they will not forget
his mystery
and few words,
and I see him still
and will immortalize
that beautiful youth
with the vision
and deep pondering eyes.
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and I see him still and will immortalize that beautiful youth with the vision and deep pondering eyes. beautiful love poem, dream poem.... thinking of death and the living memories........ thank you dear poet. tony
It was interesting Dr. Tony writing this poem helped my grief.thank you for your comment