she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by
on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart
on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors
she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love
on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was
on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
she thinks of him
on days cold as
the arctic winds
his absence now
the frigid echoes
of time gone by
on days hot as the
burning desert
his loss leaving
ripples of crimson
across her broken heart
on days drenched
in dripping tears of the sky
the vacuum of what
was him filled with
liquid vapors
she thinks of him
on nights sparkling
like diamonds cast
upon black velvet
dark reminders of
of their silent love
on nights crisscrossed
with nature’s raging power
keepsakes of their passion
held now in the closed box
of what was
on nights inglorious
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
she thinks of him
6 comments:
Do you know what, sweet Jenean? For once, I'm content with reading you, only that, nothing more.
Your words are beautiful. Whether they are the result of raging passion, or of sudden emptiness, or whatever, it's not really important. They are the work of a brilliant and passionate woman.
Brilliant and passionate you are indeed. I don't know why, but I feel some danger... this is stupid, isn't it? I don't believe in feeling such things, but take care anyway.
Roger From Elsewhere
Yes, beautiful, brilliant and passionate.
This is wonderful.
Loose and profound and dreamy... Lovely!
Nevine
hi deb! so wonderful to see you over this way - and i am humbled by your kind words for which i thank you - see you over at your place where i am moved with each visit!
dear sweet nevine - from you, as always, such words do comfort me so - thank you!
oh, and i'm loving the loose....;)
and dear roger - how is it possible to respond to such kind words - i am not sure and even were i to be, i would lack the words of my own - so - i will instead simply accept them with much gratitude and caring for their author - thank you!
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