Promise me skies that never turn to grey
And only clouds the purest shade of white,
Drifting along like the passing of day
Into the peace of the star-speckled night.
Promise me a stream in the grassy dell
And by its bank a garden full in bloom—
Orange flowers where the butterflies dwell,
Dancing in the air—their own grand ballroom.
Promise me a vast, never-ending sea
And a golden shore that stretches for miles—
The call of the gulls as they’re flying free
Above the ocean and its string of isles.
Promise me a land left untouched by time,
Where every mountaintop is crowned with snow,
And if we’re strong enough to make the climb,
The sunset will provide us with a show.
Promise me, for the promises you make
Have never once proven themselves to break.
These promises hold pure feelings of love, nature and peace. Love it. The last two lines are lovely.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it.
This poem is absolutely beautiful. Your writing is inspiring and the message really touched me. Amazing.
Thank you. That really means a lot to me
Promises are meant to be forged of unbreakable bond.
I fully agree.
Do you mind if I reblog this it is very nice!
By all means, go ahead! I would be flattered! Thank you!
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Wonderful thought that I would share it with you