Thursday, March 19, 2015

Blissful Surgery

Each night I think of you,
And wonder where you are.
My heart beats and yearns,
Like a whisper in the wind,
A long forgotten past,
Joy slow roasted into sorrow,
Pain screams out,
I know it as an intimate friend.
Where you once laid down your head,
Lies a pillow of soft fluffy tears,
Each worth its weight in gold,
Silvery and shining against the moonlight,
Carrying a loving memory,
A dream shattered in daylight.
Time carries the curse of healing,
A wounded soldier recovering,
When death was within reach,
Now mourning a loss,
Of a peace offered by death.

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