Bittersweet sentiments draw the reader in, Eileen. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis

O, Eileen, this is powerful! Are you okay; I am worried about you! You are most definitely in my prayers today!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

(((Eileen))),

Poignancy in your verse, my (((friend))), are you okay? Powerfully stirring images and verse make me feel...sad.

(((HUGS))), love and prayer, Karla. :(

Shucks Tiggs called me sunbeam...
AB FABO write, must be the sea breeze from yesterday.
Your poem give such delightful images..

Beautifully sensual on the surface, but I feel such sadness within...
love and peace, Carole

Absolutely beautiful Eileen
Fantastic writing and wonderful imagery
A masterpiece, painted poetically.

Love & Peace
William

A passionate offering Eileen!!

Love Tinka

My dear Eileen,
I feel a lot of sadness in this, like you're losing it, like soon there'll be no more. But let me suggest that one of the great passions of life is not physical, alone, but a blending with emotional and spiritual.

I'm with my lover from the moment I awaken in the morning 'til lights out in the evening. And then what? We talk more. Almost every night we talk in the dark for an hour or more. Don't ask me what we have left to say after a full day and evening together. But it rarely fails.

And let me give you hope. Your lines, "Autumn is waiting in the wings, can winter be far behind" has the aroma of dread. Well, let me confess I'm in the deep winter of life and I've never been happier or had more fun or more loving in my life. Sometimes in my winter-of-life it's like Christmas morning as a little kid--can't wait to see what's under the tree.

I hope those reading your beautiful poem will know there's magic to be had. If this poem is any part autobiographical, then put your mind to work, my dear, with my old never-worn-out words: "What I focus upon becomes reality. I have the power to choose. I'm choosing fulfillment and contentment, and fun-loving times to boot. Fill me with joy right here, Lord, 'cause I ain't ready to give it up yet!"

Focus on your perfect reality. Then go for it. Surprise! Most times it turns out to be right where you are, with a new dimension.

Happy times, sweetheart.
Richard

M a r v e l o u s !! <3

I agree with Rufuz..
Love your work Eileen...

Can't find anything I know in this one, but I do know it is poetic perfection, just as you do whenever you write...Ed & Rufuz (w00f)

This romantic liason is perfect love. Who is he? He sure makes you shine Eileen.
Love,
Susan

A passionate write my friend...enjoyed this write!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

at least you accept it and seem practical. interesting piece to me.

a tender sense of melancholy permeates the depths of your heart ... sincerely motivated with spectacular imagery, ET ...

You write with such passion Eileen. Simply love your work! Love Holly

Eileen,

Sadness seems to hang with the mist. A fond memory disappears into the fog but the essence remains.

That's a unique take fading into the sunrise.
I enjoyed it Eileen. Beautiful!

Very mystical,I hold my breathe,pondering another dawning lucid ray.

a blessing to read and a shared life lesson and life vision to endure.

always,
randy

Very soft and so erotic!

Charming. Great Picture and a pleasure to read...JM

The bright sun does shed light on the flaws of dark passion. Nice allegory for life.

Rom

i feel a sadness delivered softly yet it lingers as i read this one

A sweet romance comes to an end as loves eager longing fades. Nicely written as always by you bountiful pen.

A sweet sensual muse, sugar chum. I sense a soft melancholy air permeating the lines, as if the heart is yearning for something that only the minds eye sees. I hope all is well with you!

Light and Wisdom ...