Dream of a staircase
to the clouds
up in the magic kingdom
of love
that can always
return,
of wishes made
only to fly,
a carpet woven
form each smile
you gave to me
and handed
diamonds as they fell from the sky
dew on your cheeks
rainbows
still yearning
for that one laughter
turned to hugs
when love dared to linger on leaves
and spring was not a season of the land
embraced in spirit
stayed
year-round
in soul and mind.
***
Become the purple flowers
in your wake,
step gently
as you tread close to my soul,
sing words I used to know
teach me the way
back to myself
to us,
the way we used to be
before storms took over your heart.
***
Melt anger in your words,
find blessing
in soul spring,
caress this sunny forehead
look up,
find hands to hold,
and you will see me
again
before
garden unfolds
telling soul dawn
to wait
to ask
surrender ghosts.
***
Thoughts waft
a scent of ever after
if I made you doubt once before
take my hand
hold
my hope
of young and old.
***
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this was so beautifully written!!! lol I just published a breakup poem so this was a nice read to change the mood