I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
that see no end,
are like false smiles,
certainly not worth the miles.
Come the dark days,
clouds hide the sun,
life is no more fun,
the night breezes,
blow in the moon and the stars,
sparkling diamonds far and wide.
Dreams taking me far from reality,
to places with fondness remembered.
seeing the smiling faces I miss,
until dawn streaks the sky with light.
Back comes the sun,
chasing away the rain,
the words will rhyme,
rainbows arching across the sky,
bringing happy songs this time –
isn’t life strange that way?
filling our time just we two,
it was love, we knew,
together hand in hand -
life so very grand,
As time flows through the hourglass,
the days become slower,
we grow older,
if only together we could pass to paradise,
but it never happens that way,
one hand must let go of the other-
leaving behind memories and love eternal.
Isn't life strange that way?
© 2021 Gypsy Rose Lee