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Life's Beautiful Verse

The play called life goes on        
And you are its beautiful verse          
The sea breeze that touches the soul            
Long before sea is seen          
Vast beyond all distance            
Save the deeper abyss of the heavens        
And there is a sea of longing that stirs me            
As if the thought you          
Calling me      
The roll and wash of waves            
Fades to silence along the strand          
Alone        
For I would taste the salt of your tears            
And the glad life giving of your kisses          
Sailing now as a lone white gull           
Distant          
Against the blue on blue            
Hoping one day to find
Your footprints in the sand            
and dance carefree amid the surf and laughter            
Of that sun kissed day          
With you        
           
The play called life goes on            
And you are its beautiful verse          
Sing gladly in your going            
For fair breeze proceeds the wind            
And you're smiling            
Running into my arms          
All that I need to breath            
Fields of flowers rippling          
Forests swaying          
Sighing          
Deep shadowing streams            
And hidden glades of sunlight            
That glow            
The soft mystery of your eyes            
And in your arms have I not lived            
Though the world ends          
           
The play called life goes on          
And you are its beautiful verse          
When the last person you know says your name          
Let it be me          
You have been the collateral beauty of my days          
The touches of your grace            
Like leaves falling            
One by one in my passing            
Gifting your love free shared with me            
To the unknowing          
But in the giving            
They know that I have been touched by love          
What are tears            
What is distance          
Remembrance and memory but holding your echoes        
Whispering          
Let's go home            
And never has a hand fit so gladly into mine          
With you I have lived            
And I am home            
Whether here or beyond the farthest star            
Else          
What is love          
The play called life goes on          
And you are its beautiful verse
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
Published | Edited 18th Apr 2021
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