Honey

This one to me seemed like a jumble of abstract emotions resided somewhere in the containers of my other-self.

My dear ,

 I write to you here and now,

that although we shall not meet,

I will make you my solemn vow.

a leaf will dance,

a ray will shine.

tommorow may possibly not be mine.

A fruit as sweet inside my heart will be lit.

with glowing honey and only one crime.

to live in agony all the time.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the places and thoughts you took me in this poem.
"I will make you my solemn vow.
a leaf will dance,
a ray will shine.
tommorow may possibly not be mine."
The statements in the poem were strong and beautiful. I read again for the beauty of the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote