We lay upon an earthen bed
surrounded by the trees
there was nothing else in the world
only you and me.
~
The summer rain upon our cheeks
as we lay so still
remembering how earlier
the sound of the whipperwill
~
As it landed on my shoulder
and sang us a pretty song
the magic that surrouded
still lasts all day long
~
I remember how you felt
my hand upon your cheek
for the first time ever
I didn’t feel meek.
~
I remember
I remember
when will I stop?








Lovely flow on this one, Luna, and such an appropriate illustration. Nice work. Poem on …
once we’ve been touched that deeply, it is hard not to π¦
enjoy the potluck!!!
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Amazing image and poem. Lovely cadence.
The torment of cherished memories. I’ve often asked myself the same question. Well said.
A lyrical poem.
Memories.. well wrought piece, Luna
Just beautiful Luna.
Let the nature solace your heart and let the nice memoirs give way to new ones…
I love your Form in this.. and your song sounds sweetly underneath the words..
Pain can linger on way after a brilliant storm has passed.. I wish the winds of change will lift your soul and help you find peace.
Oh.. that was so full of love and then .. sad it was …