Bluebells in Your Hand
I will keep the candle burning in our window every night,
To symbolise my yearning, dear, for you,
And if the candle flickers, you need not be alarmed,
It flutters as my heart’s inclined to do.
I often look to garden gate then down the country lane,
The image of your presence sets me free,
I see you in the distance with bluebells in your hand,
A mirage that will never let me be.
I praise the Lord Almighty for His gift of sweet recall,
Since fate stepped in and we were torn apart
The ear to hear your voice again, the eye to sweet evoke,
The portrait that is scored upon my heart.
I will keep the candle burning, undying and sublime,
For like my heart it wishes but to wait,
Until it sees you once again with bluebells in your hand,
When smiling as you did at garden gate.
Michael (Walsh) 21.06.13 ©
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