With Fondness
My dear Beloved,
Night owl hoots at me again
beneath a ramp of clouds,
like cozy pillow to my moon
pinching this letter with anticipation
to tuck my ruffled mind away…
and in twilight’s dimming,
a music box of rain songs
frolics in slow, slow motion
through whiffs of a lengthened day,
discarding hours of your long absence
with scented climb of new spring.
Midway, a fading light and darkness,
passages of tomorrow float
as pages are to cotton leaves;
lingering in some trickles of ticks
while our orchids peep outside the sill…
and between teapot and lamp’s glow
the phone rings in a hush-a-bye,
chiming low, your breath wafts a sigh
to say how you love me in the dark…
oh, can fate allow this distance to end?
With deep fondness,
nette
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Love Letter Contest Of Heather Ober
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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