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Hope Vaughn Poem
In the quiet murmur of light,
before the world shakes the sleep from its eyes,
a symphony of shadows awakens,
dancing among the faded echoes of night.
Silent roads stretch their weary backs,
bearing the weight of dreams and forgotten footsteps,
while trees, ancient guardians of stillness,
weave their fingers through the soft breath of a rising sun.
Birdsong splashes in the crisp morning air,
a gentle reminder of time's unending march,
as clouds drift lazily,
drawing stories in the vastness of blue.
Here, in this quilt of beginnings,
every blade of grass is a secret waiting to unfold,
each dewdrop a universe of endless possibilities,
cradled in the palm of this tender, fleeting moment.
A world stands poised,
on the cusp of its own opening,
as I watch in reverent silence,
another day unfurls from the whispering dawn.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
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Hope Vaughn Poem
In the shadow of the willow, soft winds sigh,
Where silent streams weave songs of yesteryear,
The golden leaves of autumn gently lie,
And trace the tender memories we hold dear.
Beneath the echoes of this tranquil grove,
Your laughter lingers like a gentle breeze,
The love you gave, in endless waves and troves,
Now dances in the rustle of the trees.
Oh, the stars we wished upon at night,
They shimmer still, in distant, quiet skies,
Your gentle spirit, lost to heaven's flight,
Yet here, in every tear my heart still cries.
A life too brief, yet filled with boundless grace,
Our hearts entwined, a bond that never fades,
In dreams, I find your ever-loving face,
A guiding light through sorrow's endless shades.
Till dawn embraces our eternal rest,
Your memory blooms, like roses in the snow,
For in our hearts, you'll ever be our guest,
In whispered songs and tears that softly flow.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
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Hope Vaughn Poem
In the shadow of the willow, soft winds sigh,
Where silent streams weave songs of yesteryear,
The golden leaves of autumn gently lie,
And trace the tender memories we hold dear.
Beneath the echoes of this tranquil grove,
Your laughter lingers like a gentle breeze,
The love you gave, in endless waves and troves,
Now dances in the rustle of the trees.
Oh, the stars we wished upon at night,
They shimmer still, in distant, quiet skies,
Your gentle spirit, lost to heaven's flight,
Yet here, in every tear my heart still cries.
A life too brief, yet filled with boundless grace,
Our hearts entwined, a bond that never fades,
In dreams, I find your ever-loving face,
A guiding light through sorrow's endless shades.
Till dawn embraces our eternal rest,
Your memory blooms, like roses in the snow,
For in our hearts, you'll ever be our guest,
In whispered songs and tears that softly flow.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
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Hope Vaughn Poem
In the Heart of Autumn's Embrace
Amidst the woods where golden leaves do fall,
The whispering winds sing songs of days gone by,
Within the heart of nature's tranquil call,
The sun sets low beneath the glowing sky.
Though time moves on, these moments never die,
Each fading shadow speaks of yesteryear,
Where memories as sweet as apple pie,
In autumn's gentle breath, they linger near.
The brook meanders softly through the glen,
As daylight wanes and stars begin to gleam,
The world, a canvas painted once again,
With hues that dance upon the silver stream.
In dreams of night, we wander and we dream,
Of places wrought with laughter, joy, and cheer,
And though we chase them, fleeting as they seem,
In autumn's gentle breath, they linger near.
Now gather 'round and hear my humble tale,
Of love and loss beneath the moon's soft light,
For every joy, there is a mournful wail,
As seasons change from morn to darkest night.
Yet hope endures as steadfast as a knight,
For even in the face of doubt and fear,
The heart recalls, with eyes forever bright,
In autumn's gentle breath, they linger near.
Envoi:
Prince of the past, the skies we hold so dear,
In autumn's gentle breath, they linger near.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
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Hope Vaughn Poem
In gardens where the gentle roses bloom,
The sun casts golden rays upon the land,
A gentle breeze dispels the twilight gloom,
And whispers secrets through the grainy sand.
The days of sorrow now begin to fade,
As morning's light reveals a brand-new day,
With hope reborn, and dreams no longer frayed,
The echoes of my heart find words to say.
In you I see the light that love has brought,
A beacon bright amidst the stormy seas,
A truth so pure, beyond what time has taught,
A love eternal, serving none but thee.
Copyright © Hope Vaughn | Year Posted 2024
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