The Story is Ours
The sun will know where we first began
To explain there is no need
All we have been before is in our hands
But, when you come with me
You must lead
Many a story calls our hearts to fly like doves
From where our flowers bloom
Into skies of our beliefs we soar above
Unknown valleys of woven time
Spun upon life's loom
In flight together, we will find an open door
Where our needs are met the same
With no concern of what came heretofore
Yet, when you come with me
Know my name
Bright feathers from the changing years
Will lie within our home's flowers
What we have been will shed no tears
For when you come with me
The story's ours
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
Neva this the loom that weaves existence. It strikes the fire in my heart.
ReplyDeleteah beautiful...the coming together, the weaving of stories...very nice neva...
ReplyDeleteKnow my name. Yeah that is about all that is required for that walk around the universe.
ReplyDeleteA new Sun shall shine, when two souls come together, encouraging and lovely poem
ReplyDeletelove it, "the story is our". the coming together to make our story.
ReplyDeleteWonderful write! I really enjoy this one! :)
ReplyDelete"The story's ours"....lovely. This reminded me to appreciate my husband, even in our crazy, chaotic life. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful indeed the play of words
ReplyDeleteA little hide and seek, here and there
That is just a matter of play
For what use of knowing all
If one's name is not inscribed in the mind
For a story to bloom and expand.
simply simple
beautifully beautiful.
power to the poets
ReplyDeletepeace and love,
Bill