The Messenger (poem)

Soft wind which dances somewhere though our past

Refreshing precious flowers growing there

The source for all the music everywhere

Sweet whisper from which all our dreams were cast


Sail off and tell my love once more I care

Refresh her air with feelings which hold fast

To memories of meanings meant to last

Within a world which caught us unaware


Pray do not soil the sweetness of her sleep

With rains intending to bring any pain

Or toy with Joys which she’s accustom to


It’s well and good that I alone should weep

And bear the strains of such a grand refrain

To bear my soul of Thank Yous she is due

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BlossomSB 11 months ago from Victoria, Australia

Sometimes all we can say is 'thank you.'

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Gypsy Rose Lee 11 months ago from Riga, Latvia

Lovely sentiments.

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bravewarrior 10 months ago from Central Florida

Beautiful piece, Martin. I notice your style changing a bit. I like it!

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