sometimes I can feel the muse even when she is not here
sometimes Im feeling a little less tattered
and torn
than yesterdays dreams
leaving me lying on the floor
in a pool of my own heartbreak
I kiss less fragrant air
think back to once that was there
from the spaces in between
I see you there now
In the shadows
hope
you can feel my heart
in the days before
reach beyond with yearning
a lonely finger
touches thin air
brushes the leaves
from between the spaces
lay me down again
feel the warmth left before
let me touch the sun
silver be my memories
I want to close my eyes
sleep unbroken
kiss you again
if my lips could reach
the spaces in between
2 comments:
such passionate yearning.beautifully penned.
poignant seems to be the word others are using, it must be.
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