The midnight hours chime. The minutes and the seconds.
The heartbeat’s fractured thrum keeps pace with passing trains.
You strive for heights above, where hidden dreaming beckons,
Beyond the station’s edge, where rhythmic motion reigns…
A melody of love. A tenderness o’erflowing.
It calls to me again. Where skies are light and clear.
I wait for rhymes to come, but "boundlessness" is growing,
I’m restless and displeased, yet thoughts are thin and sheer…
O, love of my deep soul! All-powerful and cruel!..
You came into this world to give me life and breath,
I write to you, my joy, my spirit’s only fuel,
To melt away once more, and find the edge of fate.
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Author:
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A lovely existential write that flows well in its AB rhyme scheme and carries the reader to the end
My friend, there’s a restless, searching energy here…starting with that fractured heartbeat against the trains and moving into something deeper and more longing. That pull toward something just beyond reach carries it all the way to the end. It lingers. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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