Time on Streams

When time on streams of wind

whispers words on words again.

They play like kids on swings

laughter’s echo of the kings.

I remember only dust

my memories but brittle rust.

Your fingers soft on skin

the warmth you held within.

Your voice on winded wings

your eyes on sky-blue strings.

Oh why could I not see

your perfect world eluding me?

But when a silvered mist

allows my skin to feel your kiss

I remember what it means to exist.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Amazing poetry, even years later this is timeless

[An owl on the moon]

So grateful to have you stop here... Wishing you such a wondrous new week to come!

[K writes]

This is such a lovely piece of poetry, and that picture just blends in nicely.

[Seriana]

I think you could give Shakespeare a run for his money, my dear. :) "I remember what it means to exist"...the epitome of feeling in the entire piece and everything you compose. The flow as a stream in your title.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, dear Seriana... ah, what a kindness! And I do... somehow... I still remember what it means to exist...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What a great last line to wrap up this gem. I like the natural rhyme in it...I hardly noticed it until halfway through...and that to me is always a good sign.
Nice work, owl.
j.

[An owl on the moon]

So grateful to have you by, my friend. Forgive my absence. May this new week bring you peace.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

The beauty of pure bliss within that sacred kiss...Where love eternal , forever never ceases to exist ...🌹

[An owl on the moon]

Yes... oh love eternal... may it be found... always.🌹

[barleygirl]

I always love the way you tease romantic sentiments out into cool wafting breezes. After not reading you for a bit, I feel like I could gobble up such fresh sweetness like a bowl of strawberries. The part of this poem that really grabbed me was the part touching on regret becuz we are all susceptible to falling down that rabbit hole. You do a great job of painting regret as it needs to be considered, something that tickles our nostalgia not crushing it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

So thankful for your kindness. And what profound insights into life.. and love.. THANK YOU! Sending hope and peace out your way, Margie.