Life’s Living Breeze

Lifes Living Breeze short poem

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Once in forever there’s a name
A blessed star kissed moonlit flame
Remembering all our earthly rhymes
Each page that opened on our times,
Each good or bad, each glad or sad
All of the living dreams we had,
When memories stretched so far away
Until they touched our final day.

Once in a rhyme there is a line
That helps existence to define
The paths and lanes we once believed
Where lovers loved, yet sometimes grieved
And how life’s song held out its arms
To guide us through its storms and calms
To footprints off along a beach
Forever, yet not out of reach.

Once from a face glowed shining eyes
That took us to where nothing dies
Except a sense of nothing there
For truly love is everywhere,
And on a bench before a dawn
So much comes forth, as yet unborn
And once more in its Holiness
We feel life’s sermon, more or less.

Once in my heart I turned around
From darkness to life’s breathing sound
And realised that every living seed
Encapsulates each word and deed
That makes us really who we are
Without a tear, without a scar
Just souls upon life’s endless seas
Sweet smiles upon life’s living breeze…

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I am an elderly gnome who loves reading and particularly writing poetry, I live in a cottage on the North Yorkshire coast in England.
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