Sunsets Bleed and Flowers Cry
Morning Poem
Dreams sometimes leave me in awe and other times with sadness. I usually wake with words, music or images flooding as dreams turn to lucid moments. Poetry finds me here as I rise. I let the words flow and surrender
Sunsets bleed and flowers cry before they fade, wither and die
Still my love is here beneath this breast.
These lips stay true and part for breath.
A song bird lingers on the the wiry ledge.
Come quick for day is past and night grows weary.
Still my love is here beneath this breast.
Dreams are floating and will pass like clouds and visions.
Still my love, be still and remain.
Give me hope so that I might feel again,
Be still this heart that goes on beating.
Life hurries on and yet,
sunsets bleed and flowers cry for you my love.
About the Creator
Renee Fesser
Renee is writer, therapist and lover of life and love. She loves working with people helping them to live their best lives. As an artist Renee continues to explore what this means. She loves writing about self help, love and poetry .
Comments (2)
Aww I luv this poem, great work.
A lot of lovely imagery in this, nicely done :)