Stranded In the Pools of Fate
on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in the swells of invisible ink
you shimmer in the shadows of thoughts
beneath the lambent light of this full moon
as it looms in the obscurity of clouds
on the flickers of trailing stars,
i wish for the contour of your lips
to brush against mine
my spirit is a forbidden fruit,
i lie prostrate,
perturbed by pitter, patter
of raindrops bleeding through
the windows of my soul -
only you can kill the silence
if only you were a falling star,
gravity would carry you into my hands,
we would illuminate like wild fires,
but in the deception of dawn
all that would remain is stardust -
me whispering your name
so i remain cursed
by yesterday's today, languishing
in the shadows of your ghost.
A collaboration with Silent One
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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