I raise a glass to you
Of sweetest wine
Your soul encircles me
Our arms entwined
Just for a moment feel
A spark divine
You raise your glass to me
But bow your head
And tears may summon up
What you’ve not said
This but your eulogy
Song for the dead
In turn we touch the glass
To you, to me
And know though this is sweet
We must be free
A toast then to this dream
Which could not be.
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing! Keep writing!
Thank you! 🙂
Lovely post, Helen, smooth and magical. I’m now a loyal follower. You might like my post “The Goddess” also. Keep up the great musings. I’ll be searching through your blog over time.
Thank you! And you are right, I did love your post ‘The Goddess’ – love your writing style and the topics you write about in general actually so now I’m following you too! 🙂
This touched me so much. I have tears in my eyes. I am so thankful you found my blog so I am able to now enjoy yours.
Thank you so much, very much appreciated!