Alone With Me
In the quietest of moments
I can touch with my weary eyes
and reminisce on the soft sweet lips
of dawn's innocent but early sensual kiss
all that I have and all that I miss
In the quietest of moments
I can wear no real disguise
I have nowhere to run
no place to hide
from the pain that hears sad refrains
of too many questions and too many answers
and too many hard goodbyes
In the quietest of moments
I can hear the echo of his reflection
of my most sacred affections
Such beautiful recollections
there for an instant and then gone.
In the quietest of moments
I can feel with my outstretched hands
these fingers
holding on to long ago yesterdays
prying at tomorrow's memories
These hands
keeping safe the visions
of all of my regrets and indecisions
They zoom into focus
then just as quickly fade away
into the absurdity of black and then gray
In the quietest of moments
I can see within my heart
her unsolved mystery
her unsettled history
a place where she belongs
beating softly to a private song
She tries hard to be kind
to pay no mind
to fear
but still
She wants to know
will she find what she seeks
in the coming days and the weeks
An elusive key to finally let go
and unlock her very soul?
In the quietest moments,
Silence hugs me as a good friend
I have only to sit still
for her to come and visit with me again
She tells me a secret only we can share
There is no need to hurry or despair
In the quietest of moments,
I am completely free
to be all alone with me
Copyright © Karen Dominick | Year Posted 2010
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