"Gazing Into the Night"
She gazed at her bedside clock
It was close to midnight
Did she lose consciousness for a while?
She did not know what happened
But she knew something was wrong
She forced herself to touch her face
Chills ran down her spine
She felt the dampness in her neck
And through wide open spaces
She swear she could feel a nudge
From someone somewhere out there
She gazed through her window
From where she could see the Southern Cross
And within every fiber of her mortal heart
She could feel the pain on missing out
And from the deepest part of her soul
She knew… and could feel
The pain of missing out
On a love just as bright
She did not know what was happening
As she felt the dampness
That keeps rolling from her eyes
And she knew
Somewhere somehow in her life
Something went wrong
Gazing into the night
Towards the Southern Cross
Copyright © 2007 Tinka Boukes
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Painfully beautiful write...
Within a gaze of the night!
Beautifully written poetic thoughts
Excellent imagery and flow and very intriguing piece!
Love Peace and Hugssss to you....Morning Star
beneath the pale moon rising
a tiny seed has grown sturdy
sparkling moonbeams on its leaves
signify reflections of joy ahead
from a fuzzy light of hope
to silky shades of dawn
welcomes the grandeur morning sun
where her sadness disappears
emerge so bright is her smile...
beautiful write friend! Ari
Be safe,
Karen
superb poem!
Love and hugs,
Eileen
only the stars can heal you. I hope
so Tinky.
Tinka, you certainly knows your skies.
Georg
in any event, a most beautiful write; very well done, Tinks! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Art Sun...
Isn't the Southern Cross a beautiful wonder?
Walt
hugs
fee
Premonitions come with all types of inspirations. Bless You Always, Paul