Your words a void in the black of space,
Time wastes it’s energy and darkness has a face.
Deafening ears ring righteous through,
Your seeds in my mind surely intrudes.
If I hear a proud calling bird, singing a sweet song,
I’ll listen through the night, so dark, so long.
When pretty lights assume the sky,
Our minds will mingle, my thoughts subside.
At dawn I’ll sit and realize,
Your words, at my surprise.
Will echo through my two pink ears
As I softly sit and ponder.
And wait for my demise in the blackness of the heavens skies,
until my golden years of yonder.
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Great write
Thank you
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Listening for a loved ones words sets the tone in this poem and the longing can be hear throughout. Nicely done
Thank you as always for your interpretation.
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