There’s a room
Four walls waiting
Me
You
There’s a time
No clocks tormenting
Yours
Mine
There’s a wild sea
Between us
You
Me
But beneath the mighty waves
And the conjurer’s moon
Out beyond what mortal lovers seek
There’s a room
There’s a place
A time for grace
There’s a room
Four walls waiting
Me
You
There’s a room
I always waited
Speak me now
Some Truth
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2019 11:30
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Comments5
Enigmatic (at least in my book) and as such an intriguing read - Love your style - love your poem.
Thanks Michael, this one really was a two minute jotting after a conversation with an old friend.
He’d tell you I write a poem for every word that he utters!
Your words reminded me very much of an affair i had with a lady in a chat room who lived across the ocean.
I wrote of a room and an ocean.
You create a desire to romance your words and create an adventure of love..... fascinating writing.
I guess in my imagination love has always been an adventure,
That’s a lovely comment, a desire to romance my words!
Thanks 😊
Very intriguing write that pulls me right in to it.
Come into my room lol!
Thanks for being intrigued, I think I’m almost feeling like my poems aren’t bad at all!
No, they are all good. As FineB says - Keep writing.
It is an infliction that possesses me so I imagine I always will ‘keep writing’
Oh I love this romantic invite dear Sylvia - I can relate to each line.
I dont know how or why I came to miss these words when first posted... at least I found them now.. and much enjoyed they are too..... Neville
Thanks Neville, they weren’t that long ago but feel like a while.
Glad you enjoyed them.
I did and true...
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