A fond memory is his hope.

Across soft fields I hear it calling me
A tender voice sings welcome to my heart
A sheltered comfort promise to impart
A wish a dream a safer place to be
This all I know is drifting towards its sway
This scent of something sacred meant last
This place where future kisses are all cast
This space this time this season meant to stay
For now I must brush fantasies aside
For starker world still waits to see my smile
For this became my meaning for this while
For hope for aid for comfort from the tide
And still my soul with voice now yearns to roam
And she and dreams and memories are home

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  • Jswana on Jul 29, 2012

    Very sweet. Thanks for sharing. :)

  • lauralu on Jul 29, 2012

    Wonderful poem

  • Eunike on Jul 29, 2012

    Lovely & brilliant

  • smokychristine on Jul 29, 2012

    Sentimental and sweet.

  • sabanawaz on Jul 30, 2012

    lovely poem

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  • Stessily on Jul 30, 2012

    Martin, A well expressed poem about memories. Also nice to see/hear Selena, another artist whose untimely death ensures that she remains forever young as the world ages.
    Appreciatively, Stessily

  • qncai on Jul 30, 2012

    Thank for share like it

  • observer1 on Jul 30, 2012

    great sentiments, a poem to read over and enjoy

  • elee on Jul 30, 2012

    thanks for this share

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