the sealed vault my life has become
when to your touch i did succumb
dark chambers brimmed with love un-lived
acts done acts not done to forgive
lost in moments of love supreme
savage screams from yesterdays dreams
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i dance with you...only in dreams...
4 comments:
Jenean, I can hear these words echoing in the hollowness of that vault... echoing eternally and heard inside the darkest soul.
What lovely words for all of us to ponder upon. We have all, haven't we, felt their vibrations inside our spirits. Lovely!
Nevine
yes, love lost echoing in the hollowness of that vault - echoing inside the darkest soul - the only thing remaining - the echoes -
thank you so much for your always insightful comments here, dear nevine! we are so much alike in our thoughts!
Lovely gypsywoman! You have a way with words that touch the heart. We say "struggente" in Italian. Hugs!
oh, how wonderful to have you drop by all the way from italy, dear lady! and italy, the land of lovers, yes? i cannot tell you how i yearn to visit there - perhaps even find my own little abode under the tuscan sun! hugs back -
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