Through the days of your seasons
How kind are your words
They seem to lift up my heart
With warmness and comfort
And conscience and care
To be where ever you are
The wind whispers softly
Of dreams that we share
And the love you have taught me to know
I see through the night
By the light of your eyes
And a love that is healing my soul
Your memory is kind
To the days that are gone
They used to kindle my fear
Your future is wonderful secrets of song
You words do comfort my ears
If the shadows of evening
Should fall on my grace
Your mercy and kindness show through
And the things that I hope for
With all of my heart
Are the dreams I have trusted in you
Trey, this is a very heartfelt love poem. In part, it reminds me of Yeats, especially your last verse and his last three lines in the poem below.
Keep up the good work and hope to see you sometime at Open Mic (last Fridays at B&N Hamilton Place, Chattanooga).
John
The Cloths of Heaven
by W.B. Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
(Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven from The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899)