You placed in my hand, a rose with no thorns
Yet I was still painted with blood.
I felt your palm, flat on my chest
Though my skin received no warmth.
I lie here, still and cold
Waiting for you, my delayed reviver.
Through the void, I drifted
Looking for my reviver.
I saw a world of darkness, in my absence
without you.
My eyes could not open, no light
Could touch mine eyes.
Yet still I lie here, waiting
for you; reviver, delayed.
You were dioxide carbon, to me
the long dead plant.
You were the mirage, of an ocean
Hidden in the desert of my heart.
I will always be without you, from now forever more,
I will always be without my reviver;
My reviver, too long delayed.
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Author:
W. G. Simms (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The heart can only take so much whilst giving itself completely. Alas my heart could take no more, waiting to be revived from a love that was never mine.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Deep and powerful sentiment, beautifully evocative imagery -the love ( one) with the power to revive, but postponed - there is hope in the word "delayed" for time passes and brings with it fate - the gift is in embracing it when it places its hand on our chest jumpstarting the heart. Beautiful work. Looking forward to more.
Many thanks for your comments. True, indeed, there is hope in "delayed" and perhaps that is the greatest knowledge of all, love knows no limits of time and will always be there.
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