From the Pocket of a Dream

*To Forget*

One hope.
A softly wing touching the soul.
The strings of love.
A melody played against the shadow of an inexplicable fear,
to forget about the chains of time.

The bond of trust,
where even darkness becomes merely a sweet calmness,
illuminated by the candles of trust, lit by the bluest eyes
shining through the nightly sky.
The food for survival.

© Eclipse 2011

Shared on writer´s island
image by Michael Maier



10 comments on “*To Forget*

  1. 4 ♥ 1 ♥ Love
    June 6, 2011

    Trust is the hope we all need to learn. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem. Nice picture to complete this gem.

  2. marciento
    June 3, 2011

    Hello! Beautiful poem.
    I wish you a beautiful weekend!

  3. Andy
    June 3, 2011


    I’m in agreement with what everyone else has already said.

    Love, pain, hope all go hand-in-hand.

    Penned perfectly, as always:)

  4. deadpoet88
    June 2, 2011

    Beautiful! Hope, love, trust, they all keep us going.

  5. aussieian2010
    June 1, 2011

    All our hopes and dreams rest eternally in the bonds of trust , for without trust we are alone and desolate , our heart is devoid of love , only in the bonds of trust can we love another

  6. Sue Dreamwalker
    May 31, 2011

    The strings of love forever attentively plucked to sing in tune with harmony.. Trust which can flicker and die out in a moment as the candle flame is blown out and is extinguished, leaving us only the Darkness…. Hope is the food for survival, and let us never ‘forget’ to love.
    Beautiful poem Eclipse.. as ever, with a wonderful Graphic to accompany it.

  7. ladynimue
    May 31, 2011

    oh yes !!! hope and trust – the food for survival … 🙂
    Lovely post ! specially loved the image .. can i plz plz use it for a post on ym blog ..

  8. Raven
    May 31, 2011

    This one speaks to me of trust and hope both hard to hold but so essential in love of all kind.

  9. Ninotaziz
    May 31, 2011

    Lovely story of love, trust and survival.

  10. Daydreamertoo
    May 31, 2011

    There is no pain worse than the pain of love. For all its joys the heartaches are equal in their pains.
    Lovely, gentle, prose of hope and, of determination to survive.

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