My Gift Poem by Michaelpoetry Ryan

Walk to the sun and talk to the moon.
All that you prayed for is coming soon.
My love will never leave you, my heart is always near.
My hand is sure, my shoulder strong, my silence deep, my vision clear.
Talk with me in your sleep; your voice will find my ear.
Give your heart for me to keep; I'll treasure it, I swear.

It wasn't oh so long ago; if memory serves, a fortnight, maybe less
when in your sweet and tearful eye my kisses sent their tenderness.

To pave the road on which you walk with petals and gently snowing blossoms
would be my gift, for your heart to lift again to where it soars so often.

Your spirit is as strong as love. Your light shines like the sea
that shimmered in the morning mist when all I was was me.

My calloused hands will soften yet the sculpture of the stone-winged dove
and hold with gentle care and grace the memory of your face, your love.