Night watch, waiting for sunrise.
The clock ticks, it is 2:30.
The world feels like a different place
At this early morning hour.
The forest sleeps, as clouds drift and
Night surrounds.
There is peace in silence,
Broken only by the hoot of an owl,
The bark of a fox and the slow
Steady breathing of my love.
His body is draped over mine
As if to hold me here, to keep me from escaping
And being lost
In another place.
A place of dreams, a place
Of memories of joy.
But he keeps me with him,
In sleep as if in love.
I long for his hands to protect me, his heart to shield me,
And as I lie awake with my longing
the owl hoots and the fox barks and
I close my eyes and melt into my love.
It should be tender and safe in his love,
I know he is capable of giving me all that he is, but he won’t.
So instead it is sad and hollow,
As I am in love, alone.
4/6/15
MC
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Beautiful.. I wake at 2:30 daily, Always alone yet wishing to embrace my love, it is a peaceful hour yet not so much for a very longing heart.
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Mournful
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Sad. You deserve more. Sorry…
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Very touching. It takes such courage to write poetry.
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Thank you for reading my poetry, your comments are so appreciate! sometimes writing it down is the only way I can survive…
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Cut right out of the soul. Very well penned.
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thank you.. I very much appreciate your comments. Namaste, Michelle
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