Dreaming

there's still a campfire
in your beard
you know,
glowing like flames
beneath your eyes
reminding me of
the days I'd like to have
in Ireland,
the smoky bars and
solitude of
sitting, waiting
in the clifftop winds
for moments yet to meet time
the ones within our
showers, hidden in the
bubbles at our feet
and the candles you place
on the windowsill
let's be flowers
through the winter

dahlusion
"the ones within our showers, hidden in the bubbles at our feet and the candles you place on the windowsil"—this is perfect poetry. bravo!!!!!!!

hitesh pincha
amazingly written....nice work....

11Confessions
So poignant - your poetry rings in the soul.

 

seema chowdhury
very nice and nostalgic poem.

JoAnn McGrath
ah I love the line hidden in the bubbles at your feet....:O)

Sylvia Marquetta
Beautiful poetry, so very soft and romantic

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Whispers of love...so tender. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing