the banks of the river Tweed in Scotland

for all the times and places we were and wished to be

 




I Will Walk Among The Wildflowers

The meadows are full of wildflowers
Waiting for the touch of our hands
The rivers are flowing now lonely
For we're not sitting on the banks hand in hand

And the willows weep in their sadness
For they were waiting just for us
While the mountains stand in honor
Of the love that we shared pure and just

The ocean's tides move in memory
Of the times we traveled across, above
The moonlight waits in the shadows
As it mourns the death of you my love

The rain comes down in tear drops
From the clouds that miss your sweet smile
And the sun shines only for you now
When the mist rises up cross the miles

And I will walk among the wildflowers
And sit by the rolling river banks
I will look for you in the moonlight
And go to the majestic mountains to think

I will catch the tears of the rain drops
And let them mix forever with mine
I will wait for the mist to rise once more
Then stand in the warmth of the sunshine

I will lie down along the shoreline
And let the ocean's tides cover me in shells
I will rest there for awhile my love
Remembering you and knowing all is well.

Katherine





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-06-03 at 00:17

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normalil
This brought tears. Bless you in your grief.
2008-06-03


Amna Ehsan
oh dear! may God bless you with the strength of stoic. Your love is true and pure and will last always .
Love,
Amna
2008-06-03


M Heathcote
Hi Kathy

The expression of your thoughts feels like that of a ghostly bird flying across a landscape longing to find rest and solitude in a safe haven to put down wings and feel a ruffle of the winds touch, a touch of you touching him and him touching you! As always your voice has a wonderful grace and beauty to be cherished.

Mark x
2008-06-03



A glorious read Kathy, full of strength in love and nature, all that Mike held close to his heart and you are there with him, immortalised in this beautiful poem, he would be so proud of it and you and I am sure he is. Keep close to nature and you will keep close to him. hug from Tai
2008-06-03