Jayne Eggins Poet Blank verse

On Waratah Nights

I sit in the dark, as far off 
the scent of Waratah wafts
reminding me of you,


my mouth curves
a memory, as my face tilts
the moon, her red veils
run up my chest


faraway down the road
we may meet again
across a canyon of time,


our eyes will connect


I often wonder what yours
will dare tell me,
at the first dawning
will a ray of remembrance
burst through your iris


or will our words of anger
sour every glance,
turning those blue eyes
opaque


I live in wonder, 
I breathe forgiveness 
and only god knows
who you are anymore


but the waratah, ever blooms
of you and sickle moons 
in my smiles


so hope lives 
on the whispered sense of night,


and maybe only in my heart

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 10, 2010 at 6:51 AM Beautiful wriitng my friend. I am so happy I can read some of your poetry today Jayne. I do not understand why more peeps don't read your poetry. I will have to see what i can do about that. Love, Carol