Encoring
And then I see you, in some smoldering sunset
behind me, like some ruin were kept a fore!
And where I hoped before I see no story
but almost endless journeys, tiresome, boring.
Because you took my part in some restoring,
that I only I with art, can sense as coring.
And all within me want to reach, not knowing,
some path's resort, that you are on ~ encoring!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
