Love (1)

Some days
you tell me
you do not understand
these lines:
they are too difficult.

Then those nights
I do not sleep,
hear echoes
of the futures
and the pasts

And while I weave
my tapestry of sorrow
and sing my chants
of life and death

I forget
you are my anchor
my island where I rest
 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

you are my anchor
my island where I rest

To be the recipient of the above lines is to be loved by
a talented and brilliant person who has jotted these lines
from the mind of support, solace, tenderness and comfort.
Great poem !
---- Eagle Cruagh

[Brett Campaigne]

your structure and sentiment gravitate around the fundamental.