A Place Called Home
The softness of skin as it touches on a cold winter’s night.
The warmth that is shared between two souls feels so right.
Oh the sweet scents which still linger long after loves embrace.
Oh the rush of emotions which storm the heart of lips tender taste.
Then two hearts, but only one now remains in which to beat.
Purged now of these feeling am I except where memories now meet.
The cold wind still howls and the old house still moans and groans.
Such is born the emptiness of a place once called home.
J. Allen Wilson © 1/15/2009
A Glimpse Of An Angel
Cryssa
Best,
Becca~
Sometimes "emptiness" dwell within us for a long time after someone dear to us have left and we felt we are left behind. I hope you will rid of this feeling of "emptiness" soon, for really, you still have a whole lot to live for.
Love your emotional write. You've always expressed it so well!!!
Take care!
Hugs,
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
The warmth of love and the chill of loss, effectively penned in heartbreaking lines - powerful!
(((HUGS))) love and continued prayer, Karla. :(