Less of a poem and more of a song, for in the holidays it is to the groove of songs my heart beats for.
DEAR DEPARTED
The silence is nowhere
As a train departs now
Will you wait for me by the sidewalk,
Where our breath hangs.
The ride leaves now
With the sound of my heart beat
Promise, after years of laughter and tears
You'll wait for the dance of our dreams
I can see from where I am
A scene of tomorrow by the meadow
Us, singing to our beautiful song
As we dance for the days past us
I stand where we left
With a bundle of rose and rhythm of love
Your dream in the hand of a man
A man of treacherous smile
Promises made, couldn't keep pace
The grass on meadow crumble 'neath my soul
Yet, I smile for the hours of yesterday
For a word I kept, and a hope that lived.
DEAR DEPARTED
The silence is nowhere
As a train departs now
Will you wait for me by the sidewalk,
Where our breath hangs.
The ride leaves now
With the sound of my heart beat
Promise, after years of laughter and tears
You'll wait for the dance of our dreams
I can see from where I am
A scene of tomorrow by the meadow
Us, singing to our beautiful song
As we dance for the days past us
I stand where we left
With a bundle of rose and rhythm of love
Your dream in the hand of a man
A man of treacherous smile
Promises made, couldn't keep pace
The grass on meadow crumble 'neath my soul
Yet, I smile for the hours of yesterday
For a word I kept, and a hope that lived.
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