What a world
I am missing you,
thinking of your love-
its not the hours since my last hug,
or the voice that I hear inside,
it's the caring in your eye's,
and the sanity that I derive,
though I cry
... I can't ever deny-
the sweetness of real life,
the wryness of your flight,
and the encasement of the lights,
bring this town to a halting glide.
Slides me into the lake with saunter,
a graceful dance of the haunted,
I wish for none other than the positive,
for life and love and you are wanted.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment