Deb Wilson Poet Rhyme

Your Wings Shall Not Be Clipped

Within this bleakest loss of day
I reach for you and find you gone
without a soothing word to say
and here am I your willing pawn.

Yet circumstance has brought us this;
the empty tides upon the sea.
I knew it in our last long kiss.
You were about to set me free.

It matters little now you know;
the edginess,the erstwhile zeal.
Now living in the ebb and flow
of passion you just could not feel.

So now you're vanished in the night
with empty heart and barren soul.
And I would rather fail than fight.
Thus I will play the martyr's role.

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Carolyn Devonshire October 21, 2011 at 5:12 PM Dear Deb, it's never easy to recover when one you love sets you free. I like the way you describe how you "knew" what was going to happen in that last kiss. That's the way it happens for many of us. The title drew me in and you surely delivered, dear! Love, Carolyn