When Love Returns

Love will come again.
Like sweet summer rain
On sleeping fields of flowers.
Fragrant and new.
Sunlit and blue.
She leaves her ivory towers
My Princess,
And calls my name
On sweetest birdsong breeze.
Like moonlight
Through the trees.
Wild beauty
Time can't tame.
Magic fills my frame.
And my soul dances
Like stars as we sleep unaware.
Then my wounded heart
Will weep
To silent fanfare.
To be free of constant pain
When love returns again.

poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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