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Masked Intruder

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since 1999-05-23

Posts 1231
Near golden sunsets

0 posted 2004-01-20 10:20 PM

Her eyes woke me in the darkness.
I knew she was not there.
Her heart was surely thinking of me,
as mine was of her.

Perhaps it was the gentle lap
against a sandy shore,
but, again, I've found myself
retracing my sandy prints
gazing out to sea as the sun rises.

Despair at the last days of my leave;
I've only seen her in my dreams,
but still walking each street,
each stretch of beach,
hoping I will find her.

I know she is here.

I can feel her in my loins,
a precarious thump as each
heartbeat traces her across the city.
I know she is here,
but Hannah haunts me
as the ghost she is becoming.

-*-*-

Immortality is my illusion.

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

1 posted 2004-01-20 11:06 PM

Philip -- this was beautiful. I hope you find 'her.'

......jo

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

2 posted 2004-01-20 11:08 PM

This is such a romantic poem.

Cold hands means a warm heart

darkness_witch
Senior Member

since 2003-12-03

Posts 516
Underneath

3 posted 2004-01-21 12:22 PM

I loved this one
so romantic and it left me with a chill

in the words of a rocker before us "hardcore"

nice one dude

Darkness

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

4 posted 2004-01-21 12:28 PM

Some things can't be explained,
and we are content just knowing.

Good thoughts, I liked this a lot!!!

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

5 posted 2004-01-21 04:02 AM

this is awesome!

Susan Caldwell
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-12-27

Posts 8348
Florida

6 posted 2004-01-21 08:24 AM

"Perhaps it was the gentle lap
against a sandy shore,
but, again, I've found myself
retracing my sandy prints
gazing out to sea as the sun rises."

Perfectly worded to make the reader feel the loneliness...

Dang fine job!