Awakening
She arrives at the tender dawn.
Her breath is the summer breeze across his face.
Her body is the warmth of streaking sunshine.
Her face is in his thoughts.
Yes, she is watched with love
though she is not there.
Last night generated his heated recollections
but remembering her soft white skin
brought him shivering desire.
How many times has he called her name?
Dreamed of her presence?
Longed for her skin to be touching his?
How often has he dared to beckon her
from her grave, beyond?
Does she hear him?
Can she sense his need
for making love with her
as they did while gentle music played?
At times he looks into his mirror
and sees himself growing old.
What he was when she first knew him
he can never be again.
Life is now a wasted notion.
Without her, “Love” is but a sad refrain.
The Sun has left his sky.
Clouds are ever present
And he cries,
“What the Hell!”
“Let it rain!”
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: July 11th, 2022 18:48
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Good write M.
so beautiful and relatable
Brilliant!
Great poem yet it was so sad and filled with emotion. good write
Tender Dawn, Summer Breeze, Streaking Sunshine… You made me feel your words. You drew me into your raw emotion until at last I sat and watched it rain with you. Thank You for sharing your gift.
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