Another card, a package too, lays hidden deep within this draw
Sad and lonely hidden lays as if it was my soul, trodden down.
Loves’ golden voice has whispered not within my heart
Though shadowed, fan-tailed, destined breath, scarred upon this earth
which stand do I, waiting for loves’ feathered embrace,
held my thoughts, hidden dreamed, yearning souls awaiting catching breath.
A fleeting peck upon these my rose-tainted lips,
then disappeared and out of sight, too late upon my heart and soul impressed
as shattered heart and mind, now nursed, for hatred so strong
as daggered bore deep, as words were spoke, to break loves’ back.
Love so strong it could not break, for eternity now bound
became loves’ dream, as once was had. Saddened depths beyond
tears of deepest regret no more now found, of loves’ true dream, catcher’s sun.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, (2013)