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Adrift

it leaps as if another world was dawning 
  
My smile fills a cavern of emptiness
left to carry the loss of you 
  
I see 
Reflections only of 
Pure Loveliness 
  
Silk strokes of heaven   
Smooth 
Curves surround my void 
Holding me 
Together  I am one with you 
  
hands cascade across this body 
and it is your touch I feel 
inching its way into my dream 
unseen for too many moons 
  
I all but blink and ... 
  
The bath has turned frigid 
Resting  where 
Flickers of light once had blown 
Rings of rust are all that's left 
Rushed emotions entangled 
Fade 
  
Crisp the night again 
My mind has gone adrift

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 4/19/2017 9:30:00 AM
I love this beautiful tender poem shrouded in sadness at the thought of the still vivid but soon perhaps fading memories from an inconsolable loss. Amitiés
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Date: 4/18/2017 10:55:00 PM
Those dreams <3 Your words have shown us a the very best of dreams and I hope that your dreams come true :)
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Date: 4/18/2017 9:11:00 PM
Good Evening Tim. Quiet sad poems make for wonderful poetry. You truly write so eloquently with expression. I hope all these marvelous expressions and entries are your talent and imagination at work and that life is ok. However I know that could be wishful thinking as life doesn't escape anyone of us. Have a wonderful night and thank you for sharing your talent. PS my mind is always adrift.
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Date: 4/18/2017 11:05:00 AM
Nostalgic ...Melancholic and sad...Indeed sad poems have such a certain enigma and beauty...leaving oneself feeling that vacant space inside as he/she reads..I do love the sweetness of a memory engraved in these verses as well..Sometimes we just have to let go and start anew.A fave.
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Tim Smith
Date: 4/18/2017 12:22:00 PM
Easier said than done especially when feelings remain...thanks for stopping by
Date: 4/18/2017 10:46:00 AM
Tim, this is so very beautiful. If only the good parts of a dream could last. If only they wouldn't turn cold, if only they proved to be true. I love this poem.
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Date: 4/18/2017 12:19:00 PM
Unfortunately they get forgotten
Date: 4/18/2017 8:09:00 AM
Tim, lonely pen struggles in the journey of remembrance and for a moment captivates and caresses the past as the dream begins to fade to black. a7 my best to you, chuck
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Date: 4/18/2017 12:17:00 PM
Thanks Chuck
Date: 4/18/2017 7:29:00 AM
Beautifully sad Tim. "Rings of rust are all that's left" That feels incredibly lonely and vacant. Here's hoping a nice April sunrise will change the perspective of the coming day.
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Date: 4/18/2017 12:17:00 PM
Thanks for the support...not many reads lately