How does one fly the night with pinioned wings
Upon celestial winds
Which caress the moon and steer the stars
Before the day begins
And so,
In dreams go I to tethered heart
And quietly slip the moor
To sail upon the darkling sea
In search of farther shore
Quiet the dip
And then the sweep of hands steady at the oars
That I might find you
– wherever you are
Beneath the wheeling stars
For the dreams of men and gods
Are doubtless just the same,
All that exists is love and pride
Played on different plane
I have seldom missed you
as much as I always do –
which is to say imperfectly
I miss you everyday.
And how oft said I a silent prayer
that you might remember me
Where ‘er you drift alone tonight
upon this dream tossed sea
Life’s not easy nor a perfect place,
only better when your there.
So, still I dream of your love’s grace
And know this, that I still care
hello dearest Joe this is very beautifully written I would love to be felt that way about she is adored gorgeous 💕💕
Its hard to image no one would feel.like this about such a sensitive soul, but I guess we’re all seachers, across the world and across time 🌼
One of the most beautiful poems I’ve ever read.
You have me at a disadvantage. You’ve totally disarmed me. Thank you, Alexandria. Thank you very much for the sweet compliment 🌼