His cosmos
is diminished to the power
of minus one
in silent shadows powerless
to shield him
from the realization that time
is a thief,
robbing him
of the laughter that animated a multitude
of images now nearly obscured
in the recollection
of the last night
he knocked at her door,
measuring
the waiting moments
in heartbeats that travel a circuitous route to fingertips
that tap away the centuries
before she appears,
her face radiant with the love her lips
transfer to his…
and haunt him still in hollow dreams.
His cosmos
is diminished to the power
of minus one
Time and life give only to take away that which it
robbing him
of the laughter that animated a multitude
of images now nearly obscured
in the recollection
of the last night
he knocked at her door,
Axilea
Caressing the heart still in love with her…Beautiful-yet so sorrowing within the emotion of it’s reality spent upon decades of that space in the heart unfulfilled to it’s entirety…did she love another…sigh…and I would wonder her thoughts...Upon “Hollow Dreams”….
Peace, Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and Love - Micke
Love,
Sage
That special spark is still there, Old Man. This yearning through sweet t memories and you tell it so vividly. Top notch writing!
Great write!
Georg
This is wise romance, romance on a universal scale, universal experience with underlying passion and longing and memory. And this is beautifully written.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and ove, Karla.
Carole~
VERY GOOD WRITE WITH WELL DONE IMAGERY ABOUT ONE DEALING WITH A BROKEN HEART. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS.
JOYCE* HIS INSPIRATIONS
Glenda