Open Poetry #32 |
Heaven isn't bliss |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
A dream, a jolt, a flutter and excitement starts to grow deep inside and far below my wish to turn away. Upward like a sigh passion rises high and gently the touch of love slides into my soul. Expansion takes effect instantly and quick and spirits join as one inside my very flesh. And I awake aware heaven isn’t bliss when down on earth the air is still and love is fast asleep. I move and realize daylight has other plans and I take with me a question, “Am I too old for this now on the eve of my future life?” But I ask of the air hanging like a cloud dark and deep, foreboding, scared perhaps to know in case the answer “no” makes me lose control. Daylight and the sun, my replacement for true love, and I think of all the many days when it doesn’t shine. I think and then I don’t and daylight heralds in the numbness of no love until the setting sun makes me think again! Helen / 15 May 2004 |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you described this so well |
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