It Seems To Me But Yesterday
On the edge of the sand I sit alone
in 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 feel 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 died ever so slow before it was ever born.
With heavy eye-lids I gaze into a starry -sky
awaiting the moon to move on.
Because I 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 crimson of my lips
But I know , It would not be your kiss .
Or maybe ,I would hear a hush-hushed whisper
just beneath 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 land
amd Our footprints lead the path to where the cherry blossom stands
But till then , empty is the womb which births your touch
from wafts of waves. Sterile is the sea which knows 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.
A revised repost...
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016
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