Poetic ecstasy

@Uootem

I am the perpetual dreamer,
but night has passed so unexpectedly.
daybreak rises as I lay in your memory
wondering if this day is the tomorrow I have hoped for.

No sunrise color is more beautiful
than the sunsets I spent with you
when we cast our dreams toward the moon
and made promises that we intended forever.

the storm of yesterday has passed... hasn't it?
raindrops assembled in scattered puddles,
each reflecting only the world of recollection
but there is no time left for childhood splashing.

I sit on a park bench still wet with memories
and recall the futile lines of the poet you created in me,
then your whispers come with distant thundering
echoing throughout the silence of my mood.

Alive still is the sound of your voice!
Life --how sweet and wonderful... when memories last
and moments are once again spent with you as muse,
for fresh words come exploding from my hand.

again you bring me pleasure, as I wind down a familiar pathway
with dreams and hopes meeting me this morning,
and the sun tops the trees to light a lost lover's day
and a new breath of hope caresses me, as gentle as your kiss.