One Summer Night Poem by Tess Rockenstire

‘Twas once a summer night

When love was fresh

Like a rose, under a shaded tree.

Visited by bees and butterflies,

And kissed its petals,

Maybe once or twice.



It was a dream.

A true dream

A possibility,

‘Twas love so kind.



Now all I can see,

A love carried by the cloud of tears,

Holding its wings,

Fearful to let it fall.

But it dropped in the middle of the storm.



The waves in the ocean rippled

And took the tears away

Under the billow of the sea,

Never to return, and all forgotten,

Today I give this heart a chance

Fresh feathered sheets,

Flying high searching of its kind.