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While walking down by the creek early this morn
My eye caught a glimpse of some daisies growing nearby
I picked a few as I walked by; as I smelled them I gave off a sigh
Memories of you came to my mind, my eyes swollen with tears
As I recall back so many years, the time we would spend sharing words
As we walked along the creek, way back then, you picked daisies from the ground and gave them to me; you said your love for me will always be
But that love never lasted, for your fear of this forbidden love was more than you could bear
Now back in my house I went to the attic where I hid our love letters and other treasures
In my wooden old dream box, I opened with my key
There inside were things I have tried to hide and forget
About that spring way back then when we met
The piece of wood which you carved our names with a heart
No, its best that this remains lost in my box along with all these other things that are a token of our love, oh if the town folk knew about us there would be a big fuss
My brother would kill me if he only knew that his wife and sister were lovers!
Guildford H Windley
March 2, 2018
ewsateriale. that is a terrific poem of love.
Love that one Jackie
Perfectly said Donald
The Key to a Dream
Once a dream spoke in silence,
Whisper my heart stop the violence.
We hold the key to make the dream truth,
Carpenters wood and daisies of our youth.
Fresh air, sunshine and loves brightest flame,
Speak to them softly, spread thy name.
Peace, harmony, words riding the wind,
Embrace where we go, forget where we have been.
© Cynthia Clark
Items Found on the Road
A handful of white daisies
and a latch key lie on a piece
of wood that fell off the tree.
The March wind blows
branches off trees.
The owner of the flowers
too shy to approach
and give her the flowers.
The key to unlock a possibility
and happiness sits on the pavement.
The key to my dreams lie on the ground
Four daisies lie there too
When did my dreams shatter and break
When did I my dreams, forsake
The daisies are a sign of life, of regeneration and renew
Just like my dreams will some day come true
What is the key to your dreams
Is it as easy as it seems
Where is the real key
Is it next to your knee
Is it next to your hand
Not with your head in the sand
The key to your dreams
is deep inside your heart
So on that journey your should start
to find out just where
you are destined to be
Then your real dreams
You shall see