without you,
the view remains,
waiting...
for those to see that can.
eyes reach out,
slowly resting on your face,
and a hearts' sigh,
from depths unmeasured,
washes an untouched shore.
half whispered dreams,
emerge floating on your breath...
and a soft warmth felt lightly
embraces a reluctant spirit.
slowly melting memory
of unending sunsets
with the long night beyond
and the morning still speaks
of hopeful days to come...
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4 comments:
Did you write this poem? It's beautiful!...Krystal
yes I did, thank you...it's just stuff that needs to get out!
you are a beautiful man...larryP... this poem...touched my heart...my thoughts drift into the familiar...place...long lost...awaiting...that new day to come...
thank you anonymous! it wasn't that way when I looked in the mirror this morning...but, "in the eyes of the beholder" they say?
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