As I whisper your name
the blend of colours
and tone bring your
your smile back home.
I sit in the breeze
as this blessed whisper
returns to me.
The feel of gentle
rain showers me
with your love, as
it falls like tears
from my face.
I breathe the loving
air that reminds me
of your heavenly scent
as I sit here in our
once favourite place.
The willow, still stands
with its emerald loving
hands, that we'd lie
beneath making love
which was always
so unplanned.
I run my lonely fingers
over the flattened blades
As I picture you there
in the willow shade.
I remember the way
you would smile
looking into my eyes
as we shared our
love for one another.
Raising my hand
I wipe away the tear
of these memories
as I now sit lonely
under our tree.
I look to the dream
filled skies, as a single
bird flies to-ward
the heavens as I cry.
© Jon.London 2009
A heart touching poem! The tree would be lucky to shade the pearl like this, that it companied the poetess in her happiness and agonies of solitude. I would like to add this lovely poem in my favorate poem list
Very sensitive and written with an understanding of what was and what is. Touching poem. DC
Beautiful Jon. It's like a celebration of what has been, not a lament for what is lost. N
This is another melancholy poem of a lost love, Jon, and it is also very well written and expressed, telling it's poignant tale exceptionally well from beginning to end. Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
memories of love that was...poignant composition...under the willow tree, the shared moments left print in your heart...10+++