My Beloved

Written by: James Fraser

Inside such dreams of never lasting days We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray On that December night, to our cottage on the hill Where on many a moonlit walk, we allowed our thoughts to spill Our footprints of life we took in threaded tread we walked When one was about to talk, in confusion abound, we baulked Snowflakes we often talked about, turned to emotional rain Drowning your wisps of auburn, natures moistness becomes our drain Such memories of our past, where the rains graced your clover And I your beloved, once graced your body over No longer shall I sense your breath so warm against my chest As you delightfully grace my lobes, my internal heart now stressed Your kisses I still feel, their once touch of tender brush Like tumble-weed they now drift, my lips in different crush On warm white sheets we used to lay, we called them our clouds of heaven No longer shall crease, not one day out of seven No longer shall our fingers dance over undulations of we Or will our torso's mingle, like the ivy graces the tree The losing of you is massive, our peripheral declares it a shame Beloved to each other we're not, it's life, no ones to blame..... < Inspired by 'Charmaine Chircop's “Pasionata” > <*>