what remains
true in your heart
when all lies
have been dispersed
when words
wait no longer
when light
dims
as night begins
to fall
what remains
in your heart
a longing
to live
or
curl up
and wither away
falling with the last leaf
on a dying tree
what remains
in your heart
some
fanciful notion
of recapturing
lost love
or discovering
a new flame
that won’t die
what remains
in your heart
when you open your eyes
to the vastness
of the universe
with an understanding
of spiritual immortality
what remains
in your heart
in your soul
when dusk
claims the day
This is so beautiful and brought tears to my eyes. This is the first time someone has written a piece on one of my images. I love it. Your writing is very touching and very beautiful. Thank you for the honour. ❤️
I have always loved this time of day . . dusk. Lovely poem ⚘
Beautiful, G.
Beautifully said…into my head!