I dream of love's great flood
a rolling wave of blood
with you a part
so gently tending
a flow of life
that has no ending
But when I wake alone
upon a wall of stone
the world is cold
now you have gone
I'm feeling old
as for you I long
Gathered flowers to gleam
when shared beside the stream
were picked too soon
drawn to my breast
by the mocking moon
with cruel behest
I dream of love's great flood
a rolling wave of blood
Thanks to The Mag
5 comments:
oh nice capture of deep feeling in this...dreaming of such love and then waking alone...you layering with the flowers picked too soon...nice touch...
I like the form you used here.
It carries along the feeling very nicely.
=)
Thanks for this lovely poem, beautifully rhythmic and rhymed.
(But note - typing the two words doesn't prove I'm not a robot. It proves some cack-handed library somewhere has OCR software that doesn't work properly, and they want me to do their work for nothing! Get real!)
Truly beautiful...I had to read it out loud...
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