You Are My Salty Running Tears. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

You are my salty running tears.
My valley of wild flowers.
You are my far begotten fears.
My rainy day of April showers.

My last sip of rosy red wine.
The breeze on a summers evening,
The Sun as it sets with its golden hue,
leaves me with thoughts of you while dreaming.

The butterfly as it flows on by, swaying under the sunlight.
The water flowing swiftly on,
caressing every stone.
All these images help me believe that I am not alone.

The sound of the blackbird singing in the old oak tree.
The branches entwining so far that one cannot see.
You are the leaves that fall like gold to the ground.
Not a word is heard, not even a sound.

You are all these things and even more.
You are all that I adore.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20220606