Somewhere Lost in Time

Somewhere Lost in Time …

somewhere lost in time
… for their deep love will forever endure.

The young soldier held out to her his hand,
looking up with love at his handsome face
she held on, rose up from the beach to stand,
and softly melded in his arms with grace.

He had to leave, return to the air base,
tomorrow in war torn France he would land,
he would soon return to her and enfold,
with a heart that promised of dreams untold.

He buttoned her white blouse of silk and lace,
inhaled the fragrance of lavender
in her hair, kissed away tears on her face,
then asked his darling love to marry him.

An egagement ring he gave, she said yes,
He cried with joy and closely he held her,
happiness they will share on his return,
for their deep love will forever endure.

With joy she waited for him the next day,
at their own secluded spot on the beach,
sunset came and too soon faded away,
she slept and dreamed and for him did she reach.

On their blanket she cried, fears turned away,
prayed for his safe return she did beseech
he will return to me on the morrow,
but her hopes and dreams soon turned to sorrow.

Six nights she waited, a letter received
informed that he was missing in action,
alone on the beach every night she grieved,
spiritual love and faith her reaction.

It was almost three years she would not leave
her love and faith behind, not one fraction.
Was her beloved lost somewhere in time?
No, he will come home, he is always mine.

A letter informed he was coming home,
a prisoner of war, he was released,
seven days later, his voice on the phone,
faith stronger than ever for life of peace.
~

Her dear husband held out to her his hand,
looking up with love at his handsome face
she held on, rose up from the beach to stand,
and softly melded in his arms with grace.
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© 2019 Phyllis Doyle Burns

 

 

 

 

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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Phyllis Doyle Burns

I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

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