"Charles Heffner. Poetry " - читать интересную книгу автора We take a picnic basket there,
A private place, no one else, knows there. It is a place our love resides, Our tenderness, our hearts, our sighs. We hear the birds, their lovely songs, And in their flight, for this we long. To fly beyond the rainbow's end, And find what lies beyond the bend. But, rainbow's end, does linger here, It's in our hearts, we know, it's clear. Our spirits speak of this we know, And life and time will make it grow. A wondrous place, the smells so sweet, A place where love and laughter meet. A special blend of twinkling eyes, Of exploration, of simple sighs. I touch your cheek and whisper of, How wondrous it is, to share our love. That gives us wings to fly anew, And join together, me and you. Once more together, love undone. The tenderness, the satisfying way, We share our love in everyway. It takes us to this wondrous place, Where just our presence, adds its grace. And makes it what was meant to be.... A place for you, a place for me. *********************** 2002 Reflections of Yesterday As the sun is slowly setting And the evening shadows grow I think back on days gone by To a place I'd like to go. Back to a place in my childhood When days were so carefree |
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