Committment
I know its morning
By the fragrance of your hair
It sings me again to sleep
Day comes dividing
Us into chores, and despair
For what no life dares to keep
I want to drink fresh
The nectar of your dark lips
I crave no other healing
Though my heart would thresh
Where eternity still drips
Even though we went to sleep
With open eyes see
Nothing here but a dream. You
Left long ago, too long now
And that makes you free
And I wary that I do
Not desert you, nor my vow
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment