Morning
Your face is in my hands
Sinking into morning’s mist
I try to hold it tight
But it escapes like sand
Melting through fingers
And disappears into
Nothingness of ice
Of emerging cold morning
I cry for help I beg for mercy
Don’t leave me don’t disappear
After all those endless nightmares
Of me searching in darkness
I finally started seeing
Your faint profile reflected
In the moons’ shiny eyes
With hope emerging
In my lonely grieving psyche
Like a seed pregnant with will
To bring life to the barren
Deserted landscape
Of abandoned earth
I hold onto your face
And lock my gaze
Longingly staring
Into your melting eyes
In the morning mist
That envelops horizon
And leaves me abandoned
Like it has done many times
Waking up every morning
In cold sweat after long
Torturous exhausting journey
Through dark landscape
Of endless nightmares
Of suffering wandering soul
Staring at your face melting
Into burning sky
Of cold winter morning
Copyright © Ruta Skendeliene | Year Posted 2017
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