Treasure Island

Heather Burns


At The Rivers Edge


Through the ages
looking searching
so many faces
unfamiliar

Then standing
at the rivers
edge
I caught a
glimpse of the
face forever
haunting my
dreams

Lying in wait
unclaimed
a face more
dainty than a
doll so defined

Reaching across
the expanse
of time
extending my
hand to touch

The skies suddenly
darkened elements
wept, promises
written with tears
remain.


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Submitted: Monday, July 22, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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  • Poetheart Morgan (7/23/2013 7:11:00 AM)

    A time to remember
    is well a time of sorrows
    if i lose someone i will recite these words
    with a bitter taste
    from an un -returned love
    Beautiful (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/22/2013 11:45:00 PM)

    Thinking back misty eyed at the loss of someone so tantalizingly within reach but slipped out of hands! Beautifully expressed! ! (Report) Reply

  • Sekharan Pookkat (7/22/2013 7:25:00 PM)

    Dreams are unclaimed desires which satisfies our mind and soul.
    A touch of sorrow with a drop of tears lies in your lines in this age too.
    Cheer up and continue your poems (Report) Reply

  • Sekharan Pookkat (7/22/2013 7:23:00 PM)

    Dreams are unclaimed desires which satisfies our mind and soul.
    A touch of sorrow with a drop of tears lies in your lines in this age too.
    Cheer up and continue your poems (Report) Reply

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