Desperate ghosts on benches
watching out
for far away lovers
recalling memories
of kisses and vows
sweet sighs and honeyfilled moans
dreaming of being alive
again
and touches so soft
bodies melting away
as if they were
a river
or leaves on the water
floating
towards the big big sea
Wonderful poem. Thank you for visiting my site, it’s very much appreciated… jc.
Thank you so much! And I thank YOU for visiting MY site, such a pleasure to meet you!
Hi i am Morgan, a very nice blog you have
Hi Morgan, thank you for passing by :o) … nice to meet you!
You’re welcome nice to meet you too :)
:o) Have a very good day for writing :o)
Thank you, too you as well blessings to you
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There is a quality to rain,
When your heart is low
When the desire to breathe
Wanes and the tides of death
Want to intervene.
We forget the lost ones
The ones with no hope,
With no love,
With no dreams left.
It takes so little to hold on,
To give a hug to a stranger who
Needs to be hugged.
But empty time fills the hopeless,
Change is not inevitable,
The void of contact into that dark hole
In the center of my heart
Overwhelms and ties my hands
But the water calls.
Water for cleansing,
For growth.
How I wish for a storm!
How beautiful and true! You really touch me. Thank you so much, I would like to give you a big hug! Silvia