Eternal Symphony

A slow motion glance
held me

…entranced.

Eyes that spoke a million words
yet lips that spake, not one.

Love does not cease
when one ceases to be.

Passion still stokes the poets fire
and heat, rising
licks a lovers flame
where nasty thoughts
are banished
across the deserts barren
waste.

We can always rise above it all
on hopes new wings
and breathe through nights
starry silent
gliding gently into the
dreams of day.

No,

in love there is never a goodbye
for,
in showers of wide open blessings
love is an eternal symphony.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too *All rights reserved

Shared at Three Word Wednesday
And Poets United Poetry Pantry #56

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