Waking, Her Pretty Smile, Her Presence- Both Lives Uplifted
Waking, Her Pretty Smile, Her Presence- Both Lives Uplifted
Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind
No, nothing, nothing rests easy on this wondering mind
O' yes, there were earthen angels that knelt to pray for me
Because truth is, I once was wild, so very wild and free
In my illusions, heart birthed its strong defensive shield
With that power, I was sworn, sworn to never ever yield
To love, its offerings and its very dangerous paths
That too oft hiding storm, waiting to unleash its great wraths.
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all the old broken roads left so very far behind
Reasons to flee, yes, to yet another paradise find
Expand that cavernous seeking, that restless urge of youth
Looking back, I discover that was fallacy not truth
For life and passing of time brings forth a stark reality
Nothing is certain from birth to that coming *apogee
Does one rightly sail allowing winds to wherever blow
Or deny chance and plot a course to a better world go?
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born
Those sad, pitiful nights praying for saving lights of morn
None are worse than the "what ifs" and the deep "I wish instead"
Or the epic heartbreak of sleeping alone in this bed
O' that one could retreat, see to follow another trail
One to gift time, deliver her wish from the wishing well
Our living out a long life in the paradise we found
Dearest hope, we so in love, to be eternally bound!
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Of all those broken dreams, the resulting heartaches thus born
That promise of the eternal love we both had foresworn
Now surrounds this grieving soul, terrible darkness so deep
And soddened pillows from flowing tears each night I weep
Dare I this, to rise up and to give hope another chance
Retreating back into the depths of our youthful romance
If, if only such could send me to her new resting place
I would fly into that dream and to her sweet smiling face!
Life and true dear love, together greatest treasure gifted.
Waking, her pretty smile, her presence- both lives uplifted.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2022
Romanticism,
( If only one could dream a beloved back to be together again )
Note:
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apogee:
noun: a final climactic stage
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