Sunday, April 3, 2016


"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...
I could walk through my garden forever."
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
Kelly Steed ©


by Berteena 

Down by the spring,
the dogwood, and the dove;

we held hands
and kissed like we were in love.

My love ran red 
when I dreamed in blue;

I found myself standing in the sun
in awe of you.

Have you seen him 
whom my soul loves?

I've tasted and seen
the sweetest of loves...

I've dreamt my heart free
and my shame came undone.

I've dreamed I sought my love,
but he did not come.
Kelly Steed ©


by Christina Rossetti 

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come to me with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in my dreams, that I may live
My very life again tho' cold in death:
Come back to me in my dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

This poetry is dedicated to the people of my home town(s) – West Plains, Koshkonong, and Thayer, Missouri; Mammoth Spring, Arkansas; and the surrounding rural areas. May your love always guide you home. Much love to you all!
B ❤

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