It Seems To Me But Yesterday

On the edge of the sand I sit alone 'n perpetual solitude where I am least without you Embracing a worn out sweater I recall your name written in the stars I recall your life carved upon my heart This heart which never lived to know love's depth Smudged lashes flutter as fallen dewdrops trickle across the pale glow of my cheek I gasp for air ,still holding to a dream which dies ever so slow before it is ever born. With heavy eye-lids I gaze into a starry sky awaiting the moon to move on Cuz I know,You know The moon always moves on But tonight,tonight is the longest of dark nights Tonight every spirit is silent and everything is still It seems to me but yesterday You were here by my side I believed We'd come to be yet We never will Maybe in a tomorrow a fragrant wind would breathe its zephyr breeze upon the scarlet of my lips But I know,It would not be your kiss Or maybe I would hear a hush-hushed whisper 'neath the tender of my ear But I know,It would not be your song which sprinkles everlasting bliss It seems to me but yesterday You were here by my side I believed We'd come to be yet We never will Maybe in a day after,or ever after the small red lighthouse brings back your sails to my land and our footprints lead the path to where last peach trees stand But till then,empty is the womb which births your touch from wafts of waves Sterile is the sea which calls your name Till then, Aborted is each thought which owns this soul Till then I would not be here Our world would be forsaken Till then, every remembrance of who We are would all be gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Smith Avatar
March 21, 2016 at 7:08 PM
: ) Came back to read the original
Makama Avatar
December 3, 2014 at 10:55 AM
This is a lovely piece and its a blessing to read it. Nice work.. Have a lovely week ahead
Goswami Avatar
November 22, 2014 at 2:07 PM
Touched my heart...Tears are dropping from the heaven...I remember to the greatest epic Sanskrit poet and dramatist KALIDAS who created Shakuntala, Raghuvansa, MEGHDUT(cloud ambassador) between 303 and 450 A.D in India....Thank you very much...
Callus Avatar
November 21, 2014 at 12:12 PM
What a beautiful poem, Charm! ... so rich in content and emotion. The memories evoke sadness; the imagery gentle strokes of acceptance, holding a dream. A poem that merits rereading a few times. #7 // paul
Eastman Avatar
November 21, 2014 at 9:52 AM
Vert touching piece... and beautifully written... I would call this a masterpiece.
Mcdaid Avatar
November 21, 2014 at 8:06 AM
really deep very beautifully painted charmaine bless you excellent pen dear friend
Andresen Avatar
November 20, 2014 at 12:02 PM
- These words are so sorrowful .... but yet so beautifully written - Touching to read Charmaine - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Smith Avatar
November 20, 2014 at 9:24 AM
Your feelings have been pained with elegance... So pure and soulful... Great use of imagery and symbolism....you are a master poet....hugs Coach
Onclaud Avatar
November 20, 2014 at 8:03 AM
how sullen yet splendidly quilled with your mellow imagery, charms.. what a poetic delight!.. hugggs
Lamoureux Avatar
November 20, 2014 at 7:50 AM
I hope this is a poetic and not real experience Charmaine. This is a sad masterpiece painted in subtle shades of grey. You truly have a beautiful mind.
Ellison Avatar
November 20, 2014 at 7:49 AM
What a poetess... you never fail to impress me with your soft, tender words! Have a great day, dear Charma... loving hugs, Jack XXX
Meier-Hans Avatar
November 19, 2014 at 7:23 PM
I found this very emotional and moving. Exactly six years ago my husband was send to the hospital and died shortly after. It was very emotional.
Allison Avatar
November 19, 2014 at 7:13 PM
incredible imagery but oh so sad Charmaine:-0 Hugs jan xx
Meade Avatar
November 19, 2014 at 4:48 PM
Strong is this woman . . . mighty in valor and love and does not waste it upon an underserving man! Love it.
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