Open Poetry #12 |
Memoirs....Halved #9 |
Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
Descend I, into a chamber of loneliness once again, having only memories of thee to grasp in fingers, slight of hold. Wondering where doest thou go in thought as candle grows dim, and this heart lays open 'neath the moons mighty glow. Entranced, shadows flicker, mine heart jumps as the sight in mind, plays out our desires. Dreamt I, of lips that burned their message into the depths of my soul. As dawn approaches, I again struggle with reigning doubts, in hopes that task next, shall be of a lesser risk to thee and time traveled shall be swift. Worry has nearly worn out mine own lace handkerchief, Of tugs and twists dost my small hands perform and with wetted eyes have I awaited such. With love as thy defense and thy heart to guide thee, my locket is halved waiting for thy heart, to return to mine. These eyes are opened each morn to a love so grand, that mine heart beats doubly, once for thee and once for a lady in wait... Loving You, Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit"...Shakespeare |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
*bowing* indeed, Poet Fair, thou hast penned another story of a life once lived, a love forever loved, and a story ne'er told. . . thou art indeed one to whom angels and fairies have spoken to. . . for thy voice shines in the song of thy heart, which has been for nay many a year, perhaps a century. . . I await more from thy pen of light Fair Poet. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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