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 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
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
nights devoid of light
of movement
of life
of love
of them
she thinks of him
10 comments:
I'm running out of adjectives with your posts, Gypsy. Just love this one.
WOW how I love this, especially that last stanza, real wordart.
oh, dulce, it's so wonderful to have you drop by while i'm so away from things - i'm just doing a bit of this and that as i can while i'm away - thanks so much for your always kind words which mean so much!
the words here, trish, all too true - and now i am here - where he is - again - test time! ;)
Ah, my dear Cousin....we can run, but we cannot hide, because we carry him with us no matter where we abide! The test is how we go on, how we survive, how we continue to breathe, to move the air in and out of our bodies, knowing that we can never again in this life be THERE, with him. That is the test, do you not agree? It is, for me. But the temptation...ah, the temptation in such close proximity; therein lies yet another, harder test, yes? I KNOW.......
yes, dear cousin - the ultimate test is being here - the thing of honor - it is a cold and difficult bedmate, as you know -
Beautifully written Gypsywoman, so poignant. The sweetest memories can be the most difficult to bear, but would we change them? No, I think not.
no, we would not, steppenwolf - we would not change them at all - ever - the are now the glue of our broken heart - lovely to see you -
A wonderful expression of the ultimate longing a being can deal with, the loss of a loved one...
and even more emotional being about one's true love!
...well done!
Yo!
oh, urban! thank you so much for your visit - and for your insightful words - in this case, you are so right: the ultimate longing - but a longing rich with having tasted the nectar of the gods for sure! wonderful to have you come by!
peace -
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