Memories & Healing Hearts

You, the solitary lighthouse, in the tempest
The first light of dawn, of a broken darkness
The window, to the night sky
The stars, that we trace

You, the first of the fallen leaves of autumn
The withered flowers that dance at your feet
In the blinding city lights
The fading memories, forfeit

You, the book of secrets, lying in the dust
The scent of rain, wafting through the wind
The first flutter, of broken hearts that learn to beat
Or the wooden dance floor, the tap of our feet

Picture Courtesy: Graeme Darbyshire, St. Mary’s Lighthouse

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16 Comments Add yours

  1. I love your writing so much! Keep it up

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    1. Thank you so much! Means a lot!

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  2. wholeandhomegrown says:

    So powerful! I love this. Thanks for sharing πŸ™‚

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    1. First attempt at verse! πŸ˜€ Thanks!

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  3. livvypb says:

    Wow, beautiful imagery in your words. This is fantastic

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    1. Glad that you liked it!

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  4. hpr2 says:

    This is beautiful πŸ™‚

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    1. Thank you so much!

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  5. chiimmiii says:

    magic of words, really powerful πŸ™‚

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    1. Glad that you liked it πŸ™‚

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  6. Rekha Sahay says:

    You play with words. very beautiful verse.

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    1. Thank you Rekha! Means a lot!

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