To The Woman Of My Dreams

poem by: Michael Wise
Written on Dec 24, 2016

I release you, fair lady

to the wind whence you came

you never had substance

nor even a name

 

'Twas all in my mind

and not in the earth

for my own wishful thinking

had given you birth

 

My high expectations

for a woman, at best

were too idealistic

so I've laid them to rest

 

And these things in my heart

that I longed for 'tis true

no flesh and blood being

could possibly do

 

You never existed

just a fanciful thought

I came to my senses

when you came to naught

 

So farewell, sweet lady

with the wind you are free

I no longer see you

alongside of me

 

 

 

Â© Mike Wise

5/4/15

Tags: love, pain,

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John Carson commented:

Reads so easily. Great flow.

Michael Wise commented:

Many thanks John!

Christopher Russon commented:

This is a lovely poem nice rhyming.

Michael Wise commented:

Thanks Chris!

Frank Hornby . commented:

Nice poem Michael.....she's out there..in the breeze...........

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