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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 23rd, 2017 09:55
- Category: Love
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Comments6
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.
Wonderful Fay!
Another corker Fay - some great word associations.
Beautifully written and expressed
Women along the costal waters can relate. Well done.
reads like a great play !
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