Golden Shovel
Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our
together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest
love and lips parted in the merriest laughter,
In my fantasy, you spoke softly with
the lilt of lilac melodies... My heart picked up some
strange sussurating rhythms and a pleasurable pain
assaulted my semi-drowned senses ~ Incredible feeling this is!
Did we hold hands? Or is my imagination fraught
with frenzied desire? The day we first met in 'our'
garden behind your house brings back the sweetest
memories... I still hear and rejoice with the songs
of finches, bees and the billowy breeze. Then, there are
the myriad flowers I scent even today! Those
wildflowers you wove into a beautiful bouquet that
Spring evening? - I have them preserved - Yes, they tell
me the 'secrets' we shared and our promises of
'forever'... Emotion in my eyes as devotion cries in my saddest,
loneliest hour, I wish dreams came true! ~ my last coherent thought...
"Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."
Percy Bysshe Shelly – To a Skylark
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