Between the Lines
This Morning, Early
My cheeks were the color of roses,
flushed by the closeness of you.
That look in your eyes of awareness
edged desire, reflections of two.
In silent stare, I was lost again,
in the space between the lines.
Your words that kissed, to ease my pains
I savored, becoming mine.
I miss you more than you shall know,
I count each loss of smile,
Waiting for the wake up call
in your own artistic style.
The aching began the moment you left.
as I followed the path of the moon,
Last night it glowed a ball of fire
but disappeared, all too soon,
Behind the shades of gray that swirled
and felled me into deep
Of dreams that rose to color me
to warm me into sleep.
Removed the chills that iced my heart
to keep it's life on beat.
It won't be long, you shall return
to eyes, of silent speak.
**in my present state of mind, I am not too sure if I was inspired by any other than Christopher's "edge of awareness" phrase a few poems ago, as I had made some mental notes on some phrases of which I used here. If I borrowed or was inspired and you recognize something here, know that I am thanking you for touching me in such a way,that I kept them in mind.(sometimes I find a few unfinished poems and thoughts and can't recall where they came from, if other than my own mind... an age thing I think *s)
"The worst prison would be a closed heart".
...Pope John Paul II
[This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 11-15-2000).]