WHITE HORSES
Sandprints mirror feet, entwined in romance
Whose movements reflect our own deep desires
I sit on the rocks, alone and in dread
As white horses swell in, washing memories away
We danced in the moon, barefoot on the beach
Held hands till the sun scoured moonshadows away
And now it is dark, just starlight on tears
The footprints now gone, and so are my dreams
Our time filled with joy, together and whole
Minds melt into one as waves meet the shore
It took you away, away from my care
This sea of desire, now cold, dark and bare
Those days that we had, so precious to me
What word can express the gifts you endowed
Now the drain on my soul, like the pull of the tide
Clears the beach of our dreams, flushing hope far away
The longed for return, from over the sea
Back to my arms, stretched out from the shore
My body so misses, heart longs the return
White horses that stole, carry love back to me
Words © Ron C. Dickerson
Written from the heart …
Sharing my poem Jo (from The Rose Petals) hope you don’t mind …
http://www.therosepetals.co.uk/2015/05/poetry-mask.html
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I enjoyed yours very much, Shaz! Thank you for sharing the link (and of course I don’t mind!) Thanks for reading Ron’s poem and tweeting it – will catch up with Twitter next week x
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Glad you didn’t mind Jo! x
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