your heart is a cosmos of formless essence,
essence so graceful and rarest of jewel,
jewel that i forged for our home,
home we built with the billions of memories,
memory that you have become,
planks of our home rot in your void,
i hold our home with my sadness and my hope,
but mostly it's my love,
i watch from the window in hope
that someday you would step upon our moor,
and even if the grasses remain unstepped,
i will grow old here in the faith,
faith in memories made real
- Himanshu
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Author:
Christopher Luken (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2022 11:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This is dedicated to my fictional loves, Wanda and The Vision!
- Category: Love
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Comments1
'planks of our home rot in your void,'
damn
these words, floored me
your insight's, cut deep
for those, who relate..
(thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
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