Purest Love
I have no hand with which to give you
You tug this heart with silver strings
The finest words are all I offer
That I have drawn from golden streams
But in my dreams we run together
Beneath the heavens up above
Our hands fall softly on each other
As we create the purest love
I say your name before I slumber
I whisper prayers upon each star
And ask the moon that I rest under
If I can fly to where you are
Inside my dreams we run together
Beneath the heavens up above
Our hands fall softly on each other
As we create the purest love
Each day I wake to face the morning
Your silver strings pull at my chest
I feel the bitter pain of longing
To hold the hand that I love best
It is my dream to run together
Beneath the heavens up above
Hands falling softly on each other
As we create the purest love
As we create the purest love
©Kay Salady
Posted on October 15, 2013, in poetry and tagged distance, dreams, finest words, golden streams, hands, longing, love, silver strings, touch, whispered prayers, words. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Touching words and beautiful sentiment.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and moving.
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Thanks so much, Anders!
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You’re most welcome, dear Kay.
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