Donna
Autorin
Haunted by your memory.
Your words I trace and now see.
Dazzling silvery moon.
You, gone too soon.
I didn't understand then.
I can catch your falling star ... when
mercury light pools spill.
As the inky night grows still.
And hear a throbbing heartbeat.
Rustling wind each breath conceit.
Watch glittery stardust fall.
Out here vastness makes us small.
Dappled shadows rise inside.
Those from which we want to hide.
Your voice reverberates there.
Comforts and dispels dead air.
I know you are near.
I can feel you here.
Moonlight pours pearly wide streams.
We wade in them in our dreams.
©Donna H.
January 8, 2023
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Your words I trace and now see.
Dazzling silvery moon.
You, gone too soon.
I didn't understand then.
I can catch your falling star ... when
mercury light pools spill.
As the inky night grows still.
And hear a throbbing heartbeat.
Rustling wind each breath conceit.
Watch glittery stardust fall.
Out here vastness makes us small.
Dappled shadows rise inside.
Those from which we want to hide.
Your voice reverberates there.
Comforts and dispels dead air.
I know you are near.
I can feel you here.
Moonlight pours pearly wide streams.
We wade in them in our dreams.
©Donna H.
January 8, 2023
(Bild😛ixabay)
