A Love Letter to the
Past
My fingers trace a
face in a photograph,
a moment from when streets were lined with dwellings,
built on dreams as fragile as frail old ladies.
Light as feathers, we
moved through life,
swaying like sunflowers in a summer breeze,
spilling wine, love, and strawberry kisses.
Love landed like a
flock of birds,
spreading its wings in delight,
rising into the starry night
as we held hands,
setting it free
drifting toward eternity.
I dipped my fingers
into honey
and whispered words onto paper.
They danced, a tender tango
on my tongue,
until sweetness lifted into the world,
my spirit softening into serenity.
We became finer
versions of ourselves.
I carried that part into the future,
where secrets dwell in my mind.
Life is still built on
dreams.
And I am opening up to it
as I did the first time I met you.
I like the idea that sometimes love makes us finer versions of ourselves...it is wonderful that when one opens oneself to dreams they can enrich one's life!
ReplyDeleteHow time passes. I love the ethereal quality of these reflections so beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, love landing like a flock of birds. Such a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delight to read the poem Marja, especially the lines :
ReplyDelete"I dipped my fingers into honey
and whispered words onto paper.
They danced, a tender tango
on my tongue,
until sweetness lifted into the world,
my spirit softening into serenity."....
This is so lovely, Marja~
ReplyDeletevery well written
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a tender poem, Marja.. I love the images of love landing like a flock of birds...and of words dancing a tango on the tongue...
ReplyDeleteThe imagery sings, Marja, of the past, yes, but also the hope that it has brought for the future.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, in the telling and the being.
ReplyDelete...and to be able to soar like a bid! Enjoy your weekend.
ReplyDeleteA lovely remembrance, a beautiful moment captured and preserved, just like the colour of sunlight in a jar of honey,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so sensual. I feel uplifted and hopeful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery. It is like a written photograph, hung from ink, and there when you want to go back and remember.
ReplyDeleteI dipped my fingers into honey
ReplyDeleteand whispered words onto paper.
Love that imagery.
"Life is still built on dreams." Ever renewed and renewing." Absolutely lovely.
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