Has fluttered a thought ember
towards the sun departing
from the edge of my window.
I gaze at it with wistful recall
till all colors blanketing the earth
have paled to shadows.
Tomorrow, the sun
will rise in your eyes.
And it will speak of a morning
more physical than longing,
more eloquent than lost verses.
2 comments:
I enjoyed this poem. It sent me in a different direction (as to meaning) each time I read it. I like that - things to ponder and think about :)
The Poetry Bin
Hi Hayden!
Glad you enjoyed and are continually enjoying experiencing this poem. :)
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