A rambling poet
the stars are shining
the day does end
many hours do we spend
you and I
together
we have known and loved and chattered
laughed and this and that
never to touch
nor to see
the love you hold
and mine for thee
so strum along your fine guitar
ill write some prose
who knows
what it will be
ill paint a picture in a blurr
of nothing that may never occur
of future hopes and dreams I have
that wonderous happening
I await it
when you and I can just be still
together
this life is burdensome more each day
and a beautiful heaven awaits
to hold the peace
I dream of daily
with you
I will walk into the light
of the beautiful place
where we can share
without a care
the eternity
that we hold dear in our hearts
Rosy’s Prose 