For Auld Lang Syne
My dear,
There—-a sign,
Among the tears,
Among the years
Gone by.
And always,
Finding here
Our joyful pair
In the falling days.
So soon the seasons
Come and go
And the reasons
For love remain so.
For Auld Lang Syne
My dear,
I search the cloudless sky,
For storms
And know—-
A whisper of you
On a sweet breeze sigh.
In spring and
Early dew.
Of Auld Lang Syne.
We meet in the summer grass,
Full of youth
Alive with sass.
In winter’s aging time
With hearts aligned
And autumn’s future
Fills with past.
I sing to you.
My love’s sign
No other dream will do
In the deep night rhyme.
Between dark and light
On the tattered edge
Of passing clouds
We drift—- out of sight.
We drink the cup
Of kindness
You and me
Eternally.
Beautiful M – Happy New Year to you and Andie 🌟✨💫XoXoEmmers❤️
The love you both shared is so deeply palpable and still very much alive…..this moved me to tears. Blessings for a safe, sweet and kind new year. XoxoF
Beautiful thoughts and poem. Love never dies, not when it’s real
May you always drink the cup of kindness, Michael. I love this poem. My heart just flies open.
Sara
Beautiful in every way. Happy New Year.