Jun 2014
This my letter to you my dear
who have never written to me
I set before you my great hopes
of the dreams that may come to be
I laid out the coin we minted
within my heart's own treasury
To toss about the thoughts we had
of our own benedictory
You stamped this coin upon my soul
embossed with love of hope divine
Pressed in the mint of memory
you will age like the finest wine
Should you choose to ever leave me
may we find our lost love and stay
Like dreams we both had forgotten
from the hopes of our yesterday
Tate
Original version and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/655598/
who have never written to me
I set before you my great hopes
of the dreams that may come to be
I laid out the coin we minted
within my heart's own treasury
To toss about the thoughts we had
of our own benedictory
You stamped this coin upon my soul
embossed with love of hope divine
Pressed in the mint of memory
you will age like the finest wine
Should you choose to ever leave me
may we find our lost love and stay
Like dreams we both had forgotten
from the hopes of our yesterday
Tate
Original version and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/655598/
I dreamed a dream that became Rebecca my wife. Herein lies the truth of a tangible life. Oh on our deathbeds will we look back and find the thing we cherished valued and loved was something we barely touched yet dreamed might touch us;that of the love of another unconditionally reaffirming our right to exist and reason to live.
