Like Dust - Visitor's Love Poem

by Francis X. Reilly (Corky Pflegmhocker)
(Williamsport, PA, U.S.A.)

These storied-dreams I've secreted-
to tell them... never dare!
Like telepathic fantasies
they flutter through the air.
These lover's speculations
that I conjure every day,
are private meditations
unrevealed in any way.
No limit is there to my love-
no boundary to place-
my love's immense proportions grow...
like sanctifying grace.
Mere words I might articulate,
contented by your side-
my love, could never quite describe
this fire that burns inside.
And if you ever say goodbye,
I would not last a day-
for all I am or ever was,
like dust...would blow away.


Copyright 1990 Francis X. Reilly