I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
Sometimes it takes so little
and yet so much,
to say all that you wish to say,
but words remain silent.
How often I’ve wanted to,
tell you how I feel
and still I’ve only thought it in my mind -
sands in the hour glass running out of time.
She was left to wonder,
the day he went away forever,
could it be that it was really over -
that this was his final curtain call.
Do rivers really run so deep,
that one cannot ford them,
from this shore to the world beyond -
standing helpless to wave good-bye.
Can it be that now you can fly,
so much higher than any mountain top,
soar over the skies -
to reach the golden sun above.
How can it be at that final moment,
that words no longer matter,
that thoughts and looks speak volumes -
only a last kiss that lingers on.
Can it be that you’ve strayed so far,
that no one can reach you any more,
just leave one last promise -
to watch over me.
In dreams we can still dance,
that one final time,
that was left behind -
on the day your heart was stilled.
I know in my soul,
that you’ve always been so much more,
than I could ever strive to be
and loved more than I could hope to be loved.
Through the years you never failed me,
that was how it was meant to be,
always stayed beside me -
until that final moment in time.
I could say that the clock,
stopped that day,
but time never takes a holiday
and life does go on.
Now that I know you’re beyond the stars,
perhaps you’ll sing me some lullabies,
in my dreams -
whenever I think of wonderful you.
And when my days,
start becoming so few that I can count them,
I won’t have any fear -
because I know you’re waiting for me.
© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 13, 2018:
Thank you, Shauna. Yes, both my poetry and my writing are great sources of comfort.
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on June 11, 2018:
Rasma, this is one of your best! It's sad that you suffered such debilitating loss, but it seems your poetry is helping you put each foot forward.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 11, 2018:
Thank you, Kim.
ocfireflies from North Carolina on June 10, 2018:
This poem is really good. Your poem shows depth, a relaxed pace. Very impressed!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 10, 2018:
Thank you, Manatita.
manatita44 from london on June 08, 2018:
An extremely beautiful poem! Quite different from my agony piece, but similiar in some ways. A very touching piece!
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 08, 2018:
You're welcome. A good cry is often the best Shyron. In August it will be one year since my husband passed away.
Often a really true love is so hard to let go of Mike.
mckbirdbks from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas on June 07, 2018:
Hello Gypsy - Glad I visited today. Your poetry got me thinking about those that love so deeply. Then Shy's comment brought a lump to my throat.
Shyron E Shenko from Texas on June 07, 2018:
It hurt so bad
And made me sad
Did you write this for me?
Do you know the release of pain that tears can bring?
Thank you for this!
It is so hard to see through the salty tears
The loneliness of the approaching years
I love you more were the last words he spoke
Blessings my friend
This is the first time I've cried thank you!