Prayers Filled With Freshly Cut Limes: Finished-
I remember those late late nights.
with you running in my head.
no technology, just dimmed lights.
just me and that rosary.
I heard you were in desperate times..
Made me shed a tear and cry.
You adore the puckering sour of fresh limes
My heart yearned for you; yet you couldn't hear me.
So I prayed softly at night.
holding that dear rosary.
each deca, each bead, *dribble*
Hoping, wishful thinking
Stoned faced, but cracked easily by your water.
Rain pours out from missing you
Each drop a dribble *flash* memory.
never stoping to haunt me.....
Each deca. with a wish for success.
your striving... holding on... Staying strong.
-silence-cuts deep.
I knew I had you, yet I doubt you.
Your smile is my joy. Your tears were my pain.
What will i ever do? except be
thankful we have met,
The sense of fresh cut limes set free.
The last feeling i have felt,
from you is the warm of your grace.
That would pucker my lips and
express my face.
-Ems'ilverscripts.
-Poet's note.-
Calmed by minty memories. My grandfather was a family value man, and the sweetest to my grandmother. Vintage photographs and fresh summer breeze, held tight,-slice- green shades ripples on a wooden board. dropped in clear glass, poured over ice.
Thank you taking the time in glancing in my eyes, enjoy the warmth of the next sunrise.
Copyright © Em Tru | Year Posted 2016
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