By William Anderes,
Writing Type: Poem
By William H. Anderes
The morning mist silently covers the meadow,
Leaving part of itself on each and every flower,
Becoming the morning dew. Then like unrequited love
It too is gone within the hour.
The love I’ve lost still lingers within my very soul;
It will be a part of me for all eternity.
My mourning mist leaves but a tear for me to wipe away,
But the longing in my heart will forever burn in me.
Yet in my dreams I’m comforted by her presence,
Her voice, her loving touch upon my face;
To know that somehow, someday, we will reunite
With eternal perfect love in His heavenly place.