Marta Dahlig
When Time Hands Me Leave to Love You
Unfilled dreams visit me
and I pretend
thundering pain does not touch my soul
when I can't hear you say,
“I love you”
before I lay me down to sleep.
Still, I wonder
if I called out on the coldest night
would I hear nothing
but silence
inside the dreams
I keep.
In the morning hours
I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought.
A delightful understanding
becomes a sensation of living
with the eyes of my heart
wrapped around the words
I have sought.
My mind sings our story
even when I am alone.
It shouts
from an ocean
of heaven
with a tune swinging
to the countless beat
of our future need.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.
Here I stand as I am
with an invitation
circling my heart
creating a place
for you to be
when time hands me leave
to love you
with every breath
I breathe.
Although, I may not hear the words
from your lips
the eyes of my heart
hear you speak
with ears........
that see.
and I pretend
thundering pain does not touch my soul
when I can't hear you say,
“I love you”
before I lay me down to sleep.
Still, I wonder
if I called out on the coldest night
would I hear nothing
but silence
inside the dreams
I keep.
In the morning hours
I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought.
A delightful understanding
becomes a sensation of living
with the eyes of my heart
wrapped around the words
I have sought.
My mind sings our story
even when I am alone.
It shouts
from an ocean
of heaven
with a tune swinging
to the countless beat
of our future need.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.
Here I stand as I am
with an invitation
circling my heart
creating a place
for you to be
when time hands me leave
to love you
with every breath
I breathe.
Although, I may not hear the words
from your lips
the eyes of my heart
hear you speak
with ears........
that see.
Lovely as ever.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Neva ~
ReplyDeleteJ'aime particulièrement cette phrase.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.
thank for sharing :)
You speak to the hope of love--hugs to you!
ReplyDelete"My mind sings our story..."
ReplyDeleteWonderful and insightful.
neva there is some lovely magic in this...
ReplyDeleteIn the morning hours
I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought....beautiful...and my mind sings our story....this is enchanting and lovely...
To be loved with that kind of strength no person could ever ask for anything more.
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful emotional poem Neva. I love it!
ReplyDeleteAnother great write Neva. I get two meaning from this poem and I'm not sure which one to go with, maybe I should choose both. In the beginning I get this sense of a love lost over time, a feeling that has faded in life but lives on in the memory. On the other hand I see at the same time a permission to finally love the way the speaker wants to. Very well done as always.
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