Journey

About loves journey and death

Our Journey....

    

    Fingertips circled love's cup of youth;

    only We could imbibe of this truth.

    Each moment in memory held deep,

    often remembered while still asleep.

    

    Sometimes, quick breaths became paused 'n caught,

    between what was real and what was nought …

    still feeling thrills of when we first kissed

    … these, are sweet times, will always be missed.

    

    Yet, shared in our dreams, our lives shine bold;

    these are stories yearning to be told …

    of someone met, with that certain glance.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. I would appreciate a review. I always review whatever I read.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I had this dance with someone. These days it is "what ifs" that are left...kind of like The Road not Taken.
It is good to see you again...
and read you.
j.

[John the Baptist]

This one is about love, but not of the present. The speaker looks back upon a youthful love and its sweetness, and apparently the other party is still in the picture. I hope so. Too many regard past loves with bitterness.

[emmajoygreen]

Gently passionate words take time to create and read true... and you have, Lisa, you truly have.

'Each moment in memory held deep,
often remembered while still asleep.'

[Kady R.]

Hiii Lisaaa!!! Sooo excited about the new poem!! It's flows so well with the rhyming and the rhythm. It's so sentimental. I really enjoyed reading this.

[Lisasview]

Glad you like it Kady..
Lisa