Wardmates
You distorted the images
Registered by your eyes,
While the curtain hugs
The windows' edges
As you peep.
Wipe the mists formed
On the glass,
As you breathe with
The nostrils of desolation,
The serenity of this night
Lit by the dull
Quarter-moon.
Vent the emptiness you've felt
With lips bedumbed
By the cold kisses blown
From afar,with gloom.
And like a flower in pain,
Let your mind swim;
Drain my thoughts!
For beyond this distance,
Borders and endings,
I am here.
Loving you still,
Through my eyes.
Copyright © Dean Maloloyon | Year Posted 2013
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