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ETERNALLY by Alida Marais

Poetry has given me the ability to feel deeply, and to express what so many can’t…

I think we’ve been given voices to share with those around us, and sometimes you just bless someone without even knowing it. When our words bleed on paper, that potential always exists.

Eternally

if I could, somehow, dive
into the depths of your soul
where solitude seems to live
I would calm the storms, my love
redirect the winds of despair

and carry your burden that 
has become too
ponderous
 to
bare

if I could, somehow, light

up the darkness that engulfs
your heart

I would pluck stars from the heavens
and shine the moon in your hours of dark

if I could touch you but once, my dear
for you to feel the flames of love I endure

you would forever bask in my warmth
if I could kiss you, paint your lips with mine
you would feel our souls intertwine

-and my love-
if we were to become one

the light of my endearment

-that I have constantly shone-

will leave us

eternally
as 
one


Alida Marais: I started writing after my Mother passed away in February 2010 and the Muse has followed me ever since. I like to write about love, loss and feelings. My first Anthology was printed in November 2013 (DIs net Ek). I live in Pretoria, South Africa and can be reached via Facebook







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