Only a few short weeks
Long with frayed patience
And empty heartbeats.
My full heart beats,
Over-running, overflowing
With a lonely, empty seat
For you.
I must be the loneliest person
Who ever heaved a heavy sigh!
The people around me think they're alive,
But they don't know life,
They are dead to the knowledge
Of what it means to really fly.
But I know the sky,
I've felt the moon sigh,
I know what it means to be really alive.
It means holding you,
And dancing under our spotlight;
The moon.
Life means breathing alongside
The rhythm of the sighs
That escape from your lips;
Like the echoes of your
Eyes.
I miss you with a great passion dear. I love you so much! I miss our spotlight dances as well, It won't be much longer until these few short weeks are over and I will be back in your arms <3
ReplyDeletemmm...and in knowing what it means to be fully alive i would settle for nothing less....i like that comment above as well...smiles...
ReplyDeleteawww this is beautiful - and love your wife's reply..sounds like the both of you are flying indeed..smiles
ReplyDeleteeveryone feels like the loneliest person ever at some time or another, so i guess you are not alone on that ;)
ReplyDelete"Echoes of your eyes" is a super image!
ReplyDeletewell done:) such a perfect rhythm!
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That "absence makes the heart grow fonder" cliche is really on target. I think another part of this is that it the pain of loneliness does make us feel alive.
ReplyDeletei have to agree with some of the others, great rhythm, the poem spoke very well... and great use of contrast... enjoyed this very much
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