We stand at the window watching
the sun in its descent as the
sky changes from azure blue
to vibrant shades of red and gold
anticipating the impending night
as twilight drops it’s soft cloak
I feel the gentleness in your touch
as your arms go around me
pulling me towards you
with magnetic force
resting against your chest
I feel your heart beating
hear your whispered words
feel your head rest next to mine
though a thousand miles away
you’re as close as my next breath
and it’s in that moment that I know
nevermore will I be alone.
Amazing how we can feel that special one so close to us even when they are far away. Lovely images that touch the heart. Nicely done, Marcia. Hugs, Elizabeth
Exquisite writ that I hope was shared with the loved one. That realism that we can peer out a window and see the soul of those we love is truly awe inspiring when we know it for a surety.
Every soldier in the front should get this kind of letter, because we all need to hear that we are wanted, needed, painfully missed.
A bittersweet reminder of the girl next door at home.
Marcia,this an absolute gem of a poem.You have written it so beautifully with expressions of true love and excitement when you are in the presence of a soulmate.I enjoy reading it take care
This is pure beauty with such lines " as twilight drops it’s soft cloak" paves the way for the surreal feel of the nearness of love even though far away...a beautiful poem that haunts, Marcia!
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
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Cheers,
Dan
Could be framed and hung-up as a masterpiece!!
Best wishes,
Lance
Exquisite writ that I hope was shared with the loved one. That realism that we can peer out a window and see the soul of those we love is truly awe inspiring when we know it for a surety.
Thank you, ~Donna.
A bittersweet reminder of the girl next door at home.
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Love,
Eileen
Ted
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.