Love's Pitiful Remnant
LOVE'S PITIFUL REMNANT
(THE MIDNIGHT MIST)
Fragrance fading, clutching in the dark
A hint of her scent, past memories spark
Sparks ignite, on my heart's kindled floors
Until they explode, and a fire roars
Torrid flames rage, till torrential rains -
Contain the fires, as my body drains
My head seeks sleep, and my body feigns
As reality, quivers, and wanes
To the Midnight Mist, I drift away
Where dreams will always, find their way
Where souls seek out, what hearts have missed
For all that’s needed, prayed for, and wished
There I found her, in the past we shared
Before stone walls, left heart's impaired
Before the death, of the love we swore
And the sacred vows, our pride through tore
Where hearts only love, and are never mean
Stone walls crumble down, and can't be seen
And all the love, that was sadly missed
Was waiting there, in the Midnight Mist
Her eyes met mine without hurt or despair
From all the years, of neglectful care
While all the love, that each of us sought
Hearts' still cherished, and hadn't forgot
As her smoky lips, to mine finally neared
My skin shuttered, as goose bumps appeared
My eyelids closed, as desperate lips kissed
And our hearts found, what they'd sorely missed
Tightly in my arms, my cold heart warmed
So filled with joy, a teardrop formed
The tear escaped, and raced down my cheek
Shattering the mist, as they formed a creek
My eyes now open, but in darkness alone lie
Dazed and confused, and wondering why
Her pillow in my arms, fragrance fading fast
Breathing through it, to make a memory last
Love's pitiful remnant, I hold on to – and weep
Her memory awakes, as my mind drifts to sleep
In my arms, till the mist, my tears again sever
Loving her always, till the end of – forever
Copyright © Michael Cunningham | Year Posted 2015
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