Lost Poetry Project – Two Pomes

The Road We Travel

I think about the road we travelled,
How it all seemed so serene -
The sun shone down, like no tomorrow,
On timeless hills and fields of shimmering green.

Yet there was work to do, and cares to manage,
Your sick child never really out of mind.
This journey too would end, no matter -
We understood, and still the world seemed kind.

This was forever - as if we knew
Nothing could harm us, there'd be no blame;
The love we shared, whatever happened,
Be unconsumed by flood or flame.

Your sleeping spirit, trusting, still,
Lay in my care throughout that night.
Thankful, when the morning brightened,
I saw you turn toward the light.

Speaking of Love

I say these words
In place of touch,
For things unsaid
Or dreamed too much:

For finding love
And learning 'wait',
And knowing words
Like love, are fate.