Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening
out in numb forgotten fields
of longing,
I would
touch once more the warmth
of your calloused hands,
rest in the snugness
of your tight embrace —
I would
drown in the wine
of your tender eyes,
slumber
in the lullaby
of your gentle voice —
Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening,
the silent
white of snow would turn
into summer dew,
parched stalks of grass
into golden daffodils.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Love this so much Dee! Happy New Year to you ❤️
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Thank you so much, Laura! I am overjoyed this poem resonates with you. Happy New Year! Love, Dee
❤️❤️❤️ makes me want to cry at how beautiful this is. The hope and the love.
Thank you Amesterlynn! Love you so much!