It Maybe.

Fay Slimm.

It May Be.

In the pit of the night though cold
is curtained and
fittingly covered is my yearning
for thee, vain
hope decides to unsleep and keep
me wide-eyed
til morning has for certain broken.
When laid low
by memory I find myself clinging
close to thy
pillow and think of that presence
its hollow holds.
At last a slow winning of pale over
grey as dawn's
rosy fingers bid me away, I go to
stay at my
window until tide is high, as this
time it may be
the one that is bringing thee safe
home again.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2017 09:55
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 45
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Comments6

  • janetaylor

    this is magnificent fay. i love it when you write with thee and thy. it is absolutely elegant. your words flow beautifully with the feelings of waiting for love's return.

  • WriteBeLight

    Wonderful Fay!

  • Michael Edwards

    Another corker Fay - some great word associations.

  • Tony36

    Beautifully written and expressed

  • Augustus

    Women along the costal waters can relate. Well done.

  • ron parrish aka wordman

    reads like a great play !



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