Some sacred moments
You feel so close,
Like I could just reach out...
And take your hand,
Or caress the stubble
On your jaw.
The proximity of the moment intense...
And full of faith.
Then it slips through my fingers
Like the finest of silks;
Softer than a kittens breath,
And so easily blown asunder
To scraps and rags
In the storm's great squall.
The yawning gap opens again,
And realisation dawns cold and still...
And so it goes.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2019 15:26
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Beautifully written. Never seen you write like this before.... it's poetry perfection.
I keep reading it as if it were answering a longing within me.
Absolute must for my favourites.
Thank you!
an absolute delight to read, consider, enjoy and dwell upon.... top marks from me anyway.....
Neville
What a wonderful poem SerenWise, your words show the strength that love can have.
The depth of loss in this read is astoundingly versed - love the style and pace - - a winner with me Seren and saved
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