Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Promise Circles.

Jars of joy collected and shelved in the library of my soul,
For a sadder day when my heart might have a hole.
The happiness may leak out but that is alright,
Having a backup of God memories eases my fright.
A ring on my finger reminds me I am loved here,
It chases away the lurking shadow of fear.
I wont live alone or die that way either,
Because with God around my reality is neither.
I'm cherished and special to a man I don't know,
Until then for him I will grow and walk slow.
I let the visions of us linger in my mind,
And how he will be such a different kind.
Walking through the lovely field with flowers all about,
Seeing the smile on his face erases all my doubt.
In an instant he steals a sweet kiss,
And I know that in that moment and space in time it is something I will forever miss.
Instant replays of my life are large in stock,
Alas my love, you stand now at my door and knock.
And now I see why they say the circle never has an end...

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