Treasure Island

Lucifera Santez

(4th feb / Belize)

Cherished Hope


I walk the steps,
The spring blooms
River swishes
Over the horizon
Moon looms.

I sit down
Remembering this town
Tears flow down
No one’s here to ease my frown.

I’m so alone
It’s so sad
I’ve no one for me
Good or bad.

I’m getting old
Need something to rely on
So I search for you
For your love song.

Did we love here?
In this place,
Was it eons ago
When we made the mess?

I look at sky
Diamonds shine
Against velvety black
In a beautiful line.

It’s a silent plea
Please come back to me
I am getting old
Need you with me.

Please be home
Honey come to me
Kiss my pain away
Oh please love me……….

Submitted: Saturday, July 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 22, 2013

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for dear Virginia............

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