Laurie Warth

Immortal Dream Visitor - Poem by Laurie Warth

You are not cold
No icy fingers take my hand
I am whisked away as though in dream
Deep dark eyes
Cascading sheer cloak
Met after death took too soon
To tell a story
I have yet to finish

Historical moments etched in my soul
Silhouette on canvas
Encased in gold tone frames
Stunning pieces of art
Yet the creator immortal
Sharing with me the gift
Of a warm smile through dark eyes

Releasing me back
As I open my eyes to find
The greatest work of art you left behind
Your son, my husband,
I thank you.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 12, 2011

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