Poetry Corner - Untitiled

5-22-08
KC McAuley

For my lover -

Every morning,
Before I open my eyes,
I feel your arms about me and I draw you closer.
Such safety there
Such love
Such joy.
Until I remember that you are not there.
I only dreamed of you.

Every day
As I go about my business,
I hear your voice nearby and I drink you in.
Such understanding there
Such love
Such joy
Until I realize that it couldn’t be you.
I only dreamed of you.

Every evening
As the day dissolves
I see your smiling eyes and I melt down to you
Such laughter there
Such love
Such joy
Until I blink and you have vanished.
I only dreamed of you.

Every night
Before sleep has pulled me down
I long for you and call your name.
I close my eyes and open my heart.
I hear your voice
I see your eyes.
I feel your arms.
Such love
Such joy.
I only dreamed of you.

Comments

Anonymous said…

Such love , such joy is not a dream . I am real and I love you .

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