Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

I Suffer


You are songs from a wounded heart
Sweet as a river breeze on a hot day
Goldfinch sing along my blessed path
Theodora, how I wished you were here

I shall be the clouds that whisper
I will kiss you in our dreams
Grapevines and blueberries
You are lovely like flowers in heaven

Purple wildflowers like Monet
Your honey hair in eternity
Beauty can be a punishing silence
The love we crave is very sensitive

I suffer like a flower without a field

Submitted: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
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