Friday, July 1, 2011

Moving On

So hard, so hard to forget his kisses and warm embrace.Bedroom whispers in the dark.Such a loss his love,such a waste of beauty try as I might,I still miss him.Friends say it's time,move on and live your life.He is no more then the stone that marks his passing.Oh but he fills my nights with dreams.The empty side of the bed,retains his impression.In my waking dreams I feel him beside me.In sleep he calls my name.Can't move on,can't free my soul.His image is burned deeply within.If I had the creators power,I would wake him from this deep sleep.But that remains with God.Missing his caresses,my body longs for that touch.Come home to me my love and we shall move on together.

moving on is hard
when ones life alters with death
their is no return


Martin (starwatcher521) said...

There are some people so special to us that they always stay with us. There is still hope left that we will meet them where they already have gone. Maybe you will find a way to move on without leaving him behind.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

I don't know if I can my friend. The memories are to vivid. Thank you for your kind word.