Yours Forever Poem by Christopher White

The stream of comforting words,
That flow from your lips
Are my guide when I wake.

And a glimpse of your smile
Takes me away
To a peaceful plain
On the fields of a wonderous place
Where the rain doesn't fall
And the sky stays blue
As the grass cushions my head.

Your soul is the map that I read
So I only get lost
In the memories of us.

And a touch of your hand
Comforts my soul
Til I dream at night
Of the stars in our favourite place
Where the silver light shines
On the ocean's waves
As the world rests its head.