Poetry Weaver

Paper Vision

big solid tree

The one I love- a smiling face
The outline makes him seem so near
A paper vision in his place
Will have to do til he is here

Beside my bed on my nightstand,
He sits all day and all night long
I wish that I could touch his hand
I need his warmth to keep me strong

It’s been years since I touched his face
Too long and now my arms grow cold
A paper vision is in his place
And me with just this frame to hold

But in my heart I know that he
Would truly be here if he could
And pull me into his arms so sweet
And show me that our love is good

When time passes and this picture is tattered
By then I know he will have come for me
And none of this loneliness ever mattered
When he whisks me away for eternity

©Cassandra Crews

Skills

Posted on

July 1, 2021

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