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hope hushed
bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the
shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and
tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but
silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud
affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my
marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for
voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress
her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded
gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's
endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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