When we met, you took over all
My empty dreams, filled them
With love and care in
Autumn, and 65 plus seasons.
All my empty dreams lay in darkness
Way down in my mind's abyss,
Where happiness sat quietly on its seat,
Too delighted to hold even a song.
Left alone with empty dreams without sun
Parched and needing a cool drink, with
Dreadful thoughts shrouded in houses
Where all my thoughts could hide.
But you took all my dreams away from me
Then made all of them real into real things
My old thoughts now have no place to act,
At any time nothing to do…
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
To my husband on the very
Last Monday of 2012, yet from
From every day on is the first day of
The rest of our lives… Love you extensively…
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