You were a ghost
A spectre upon the air
Wandering shade within my dreams
Blurred the lines between waking
and my imagining
Finger tips and trembling lips
Eyes that peered into my soul
There was a tenderness
A purity that I felt
Unworthy to touch.
But you pulled me close
And drew me into your world
In your eyes I saw what poets dream of
In your hands you held my trembling
soul
As I shuddered against you in release
of my
fear and longing
In relief of the loneliness in my heart
Yet like a dissipating fog
You were gone with the changing breeze
And in the gloaming, morning light I am
left to wonder
Did I imagine you?
Did I conjure who I thought you were?
Did we briefly share a dream just for
me to awake alone?
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