There come’s times
For glimpses when I find
In the glare of a mirror
A lost smile, reddish blonde hair
Looking back at me queerly
Oh, the things I would’ve given
To have been on the other side
Of that reflective glaze
To have seen my life- beforehand
Before it lived me in time
Maybe I could’ve saved- you?
Maybe your heart would be scar-less?
Maybe you’d still be here today?
Maybe I would’ve changed- everything?
Maybe I would’ve stopped time?
Maybe I would’ve prevented mistakes?
Maybe- I’m just too desperate;
Now, in my heart- far too late?
Why do I visit- me in this way?
Has the child I was, come for healing?
Am I missing messages, he’s o.k.?
Or simply letting go of that pain?
Still- I love who you’ll always be- to me
Oh, how I wish we could sit and visit
In far more than random glimpses
I miss that childish innocents and dreams
That times of yesterdays…stole away
Poet of the Light © 2018
Very beautiful writing.
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Thank you most kindly. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re welcome.
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So so beautiful.
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Thank you, I appreciate you words.
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I’m really liking your poetry. I recommend that you make an “about me” page on your site, though, as that helps followers to get a snapshot of what your blog is about (or the writer behind the words). Just a suggestion. Take it with a grain of salt.
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I take it with a smile as well to sweeten it and thank you for your suggestion. I’m glad your enjoying my work as I am yours.
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I like the heart, the realness, that I’m reading beneath the words. Really quite wonderful.
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I’m humbled and honored both, Thank you.
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