Solicitation
Now I want you
To be there
Like evening when work is done
Something better than expectation
To look forward to
Despite we being only met
Since the rising of the sun.
It is hard to imagine
A leaf fallen
Before my love could but
And left me with so much
This pain manifest something older
A form
That mould the figure on the eyes
Something older
And here unknown before
Waiting for you
To materialize in it
The heart shudders then
For more than mere suddeness of love
Your absence squeezes
My confession out. I am struggling
To define
The sudden lost of you.
Shall I dream of summer still
Holding hands over dunes of sand
Kicking waves with laughing feet
To see your spray kissed face
Bloom concentric pearls
Will we go there
To caves and blue lagoon
And where the river falls
Recover our one self
From grave errors of the past?
Say not now
It is worst than what is in my head
Worst than weary thing unsaid
You must be there like evening
When evening comes again
Everyday at end of day I open door and mail
And find nothing but a watery soup
Of promises
O cruel, cruel, cruel sunset
To so charm and delude at horizon
To say make the promised heart to fret
O be there again when evening come
Give no answer to imagined forgetfulness
Or remembered suddeness of death,
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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