She has left
The air is cold and still
I find myself wondering if it is wrong to remain here
For my muse
I have hewn our hearts
And strewn the parts across all the places in between
Never to rest long
Away from my beloved
Whose blessed gifts will forever haunt me
A desert breeze blows in
And finds its way back out again
While salt tears are nearby and nearly dried before they fall.
1 comment:
Wow, I'm amazed at what you have done. You've made the poem something that belongs to the world as opposed to the blog which is just about you. Beautiful work.
Kerry
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