Return

If
memory escapes me

I have returned to you

A thousand times

In dreams dreaming

In streams glistening

In half light

You have become tiny stars

I return to you

In the unfolding hours

Of embracing

Woods warm scent

Autumns silent fall

These are the fragile footprints

That break the stance of trees

Whose branches bend and bow

And falll

And though I lie upon the soil

My face is the sky

My eyes a burning sun

I return to you on the wind

Lost

In the sorrow of the moon

Felt still

I am here

Cold as the night

Held in your warm breast

I burn still

In the fire of your heart

These ghosts

They melt and dance

Mourn and celebrate

The life

Beneath the skin of life

Forever I return

Forever in love

Finding my rest in you

Forever being born

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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