Paths

I close my eyes

And I am not alone

He lives in my heart

And so we meet

Every day

In a grassy field

Beneath the sky

Where snow falls

And the sun never

Rises the same

Daisies bloom when

I look into his eyes

The color of bark

A weeping willow

Bearing a crown

Of fallen leaves

Taking a journey

Over shadowed ocean

A path for us to follow

And another

For you to leave

Author's Note

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

The eloquence you weave through your poetry touches my heart and stirs my soul. There's something about the presentation of it, perhaps it's the font you used, that gives a rise to your voice as it is read. "Beneath the sky where snow falls, and the sun never rises the same." Oh, how I wanted to linger there, if only forever would allow.

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you, Kelly. I'm so glad you wanted to linger there, in that moment =)

[Relic]

I'm wondering if the picture was the inspiration for the poem. As Jacob mentioned, it has a lot of expression and I like the juxtoposition of the word leaves and its two different meanings.

Well done.

[Rob Santana]

You pen strong imagery. The imagery here puts me in a dream like state. Nicely done.

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you! It means a lot.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

weeping willows are so expressive...

I feel their tears...

this poem is also very expressive, the imagery takes us on a journey...

and all those who leave us as we walk the path of life.

[Michelle N. H.]

Thank you, Jacob, for stopping by to read and sharing your thoughts with me.