Somewhere Lost in Time
Somewhere Lost in Time …
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.
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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
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.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.
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Beautiful and gut-wrenching at the same time – you’ve really captured the “fear of the unknown” faced while awaiting news…
Thank you so much, Ralph. I appreciate your encouraging thoughts on this poem.
A very beautiful and passionate write. A wonderful happy ending.
Thank you so much, Rasma.
Just beautiful and touching Phyllis. Good job here.
Thank you, John. I appreciate your encouraging words.
Phyllis this is incredible storytelling and poetry. A pleasure that I would love to repeat again and again. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie. It was inspired by a true story of a close friend.