Another Day Another Hour


  • Lost Love

    Another Day Another Hour

    Another day another hour
    Dreaming of love in an ivory tower

    The wind blows my hair as I dream of you
    Walking the beach under skies so blue

    My footprints follow me on the golden sand
    Then I kneal down to touch the water with my hand

    I see my reflection looking back at me
    Then I close my eyes to smell the sea

    A lonely tear runs down my cheek
    For the love I will forever seek

    I continue my walk to the nearby tower
    The light comes on another day another hour

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    gogant commented on Another Day Another Hour


    I see a man in your for a guy who will stop to help you with something you'll be carrying.....maybe a bag of groceries or maybe the trash. He will be into computers, and he will be a fan of Shakespeare.........he will be there.....just know that....please....................................................gogant

    gogant commented on Another Day Another Hour


    You have a sweet romantic way of saying that there is someone you wish could be with you to walk that serene beach of drifting sand......................................................g



    Thank you. I use to.Now I wait on fate to bring me that special someone.If not I'll die alone.



    Ahhh, my sherriee, keep your heart open for that handsome beachcomber...he'll be tanned and looking for someone to brush the sand off him............g



    Still dreaming of that someone.....can't wait to find it.

    fallenlove commented on Another Day Another Hour


    wow! excellent. i believe i will read a few more of your poems



    Thank you hon.



    Thank you sweetie.

    brick68 commented on Another Day Another Hour


    kinda reminds me of the 'footprints' story that's been going around. i think this is good since god does exist in love (for some) and the loss, or lack of, that love can cause one to question their faith

    castlemist commented on Another Day Another Hour


    I love the way this feels.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    sherriee1’s Poems (19)

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