Another beautiful poem by Ivor
So full of rhythm and rhymes, dreams of the unseen.
Memories of a Love never forgotten.
I dreamt of what might have been
Dreamt of what I have not seen
Snow on top of lover’s hill
Cream filling my empty till
I had forgotten what could have been
Forgotten what I had already seen
Flowers on top of her wooden bier
Honey kisses, and my empty fear
I’m dreaming of where I have been
Dreaming of what no-one’s ever seen
Snowflakes silently melting in her palm
Cream and honey, a lovers balm
Ivor Steven (c) 2018