You would not want the stars to fade away To sprinkle not again the velvet sky Nor wish the sun not greet each dawning day To radiate its brilliance from on high. You would not want the tears to always flow From heaviness of heart from missing you Unable to enjoy the wondrous show Of life unfolding endlessly anew. Your wish would be that I would carry on To somehow find the wings to rise above The pressing clouds of gray since you’ve been gone And revel in your legacy of love.
To you no greater honor can I give Than on transcendent wings again to live.
Denise, I think the writer's block is a joke for a poetess like you! ----------- Your wish would be that I would carry on To somehow find the wings to rise above .... To you no greater honor can I give Than on transcendent wings again to live. --------- Such beautiful words.
Life is like a painting, That in an art gallery is left hanging, Though many come just to look at it, A very few actually come to enjoy it.
Florida's Foreverly Shores
Thank you, Lady Web, Rex, Walt, David, Elizabeth and Kit for reading and for your lovely comments.
Elizabeth- It takes time to arrive, finally, at this state of mind, I suppose. At least it has taken me quite awhile. As you know, the grieving process can not be rushed. We have to let ourselves feel it and let it work its way through us. Some of your lovely poems have helped me to do just that, and so I too thank you!
Glen Hope, PA USA