Poem Title: Dearest
Dearest,
We may never be as free as a bird
Or as constant as the northern star,
But on a bright new day — warm
And beautiful as a rose in June,
In a world rich with imaginations
And nutriment of spirits,
We can leave our lacks behind
And deck our dreams with wings,
Turn sour grapes to sweet wine &
Old goods into new gifts,
Doting on each other, like
Discovering a new seam in a gold mine
[Image: taken at Richmond, Virginia]
[Image: Taken at Richmond Virginia]
[Image: Taken at Richmond Virginia]