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I ponder, as I sit here in the darkness of the morning No sounds nor sights to fuel the fires of my imagination Yet vibrant pictures move in my mind The softness of full red lips, or the gentleness of a touch From a lovers eyes to a lock of fiery hair falling over ample breasts A warm familiar laugh as I reach in the darkness finding rough wool where her supple form should be An empty bed yields a fuller head Of thoughts turned dark A farewell wave that lasts forever A cold December sky in a graveyard where unmade memories lie A legacy of love, tinged with the sobering truths of life She waits for me, half a world away While he waits for me at Valhalla's gates Cold steel my only comfort, until I see one of them again |
"An empty bed yields a fuller head Of thoughts turned dark" powerful and great lines. the whole poem has a feeling of just laying in bed and longing for that person which most people in love at one time have done in the wee hours of the morning, sheets all crumpled on the bed, pillow warm on both sides from being turned in angst. The most beautiful of thoughts occur when most others are sleeping. Lovely write i really enjoyed reading it. | Posted on 2015-09-14 00:00:00 | by Soulraven | [ Reply to This ] | Definitely feeling the pain and longing in this one. Lady love seems worth waiting for and missing, the red soft lips almost got me thinking. Thank you for sharing this most intimate piece. | | Posted on 2015-09-01 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | Wow this is deep. . | Kinda like that pearl Jam song If one may be so bold to compare? Oh where, oh where can my baby be The Lord took her away from me. ... An excellent piece of writing. | Posted on 2015-09-01 00:00:00 | by Damien Vladimir | [ Reply to This ] | |