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An ESME Poetry Showcase Award submission
No signs of my beloved
on the face of the earth,
peace in dreams
a promise of worth.
A personal reflection
of how it should be,
not aware of the beauty
that still awaits me.
Along the garden wall
weeds tried to take love
and destroy the bloom.
Sunlight brightened the path
caressing my bruised soul
like velvety fingers of mercy.
your wondrous blue eyes
coaxed me with everlasting
calm . . . and serene love.
I pull back my warm, cozy covers
and tiptoe quietly toward the opaque glass portal
My eyes are drawn heavenward
For there, suspended in the resplendent atmosphere of black cashmere,
is a mystical full moon that casts its soft azure light
The night shadows seem to gambol upon moonbeams
Upward, just past the tree line,
I am hypnotized by the ethereal vision
and as I gaze upon its foaming lambent beauty,
it seems to whisper to me,
“Come, my love, gather your thoughts
your dreams, your burning desires
and meet me here.”
- To be continued -
Theresa Ford is a veteran, mom, wife, and lover of all life. She likes to write as if she were sitting right next to a child, an adult, or families.