Can I let go
without your spirit,
can I move on
knowing you'll stay,
will I go on
missing your sunlight,
if once I fly
can I come back,
tell you where clouds roam in my heart
and daffodils sway in the wind,
where magic finds a way to shine,
where love still conquers every castle,
sand cloak
and angels,
still awake?
***
Enter this sunrise,
bridge and gate,
I know not where the flowers walk,
I can tell by this fragrance
hearts kept believing
where my steps touch sunrise
violets bloom,
no matter if it's been one breath,
seconds
or lifetimes past,
not gone
and not forgotten,
I will believe in us.
***
I love you
at the dawn,
when every rose swan lingers,
a wisdom path undone
grief melted
with each angel,
it rains with petals
rainbow hope
this time
it will be
a forever song.
***
© 2023 Amy Christie
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How beautiful, thank you for sharing 😁