Why can't I be the one
to write a love song
in the wind
to hold, caress the colors
each dance a swirl, a melody
of never-ending spells
that stay, go,
fly once more
adding smiles to each look and hug,
if I was meant to stay
where are you now
and how
can I see you again?
***
In memories, in sight
in everything that stands
the touch of time
loathes pain
vanity in the night
ran in searing blight,
I know not how to stop
this wall goes higher in the dark
when I wake up
you're far away,
but here.
***
Come back,
look down,
I never left your side
why are thorns tripping on defeat
why can't I smell the flowers?
Roses know of our love
did they forget that dusk,
long ago or last spring
feelings played with blue light,
a purple glow took doorstep
and the velvet road
stood still
no steps ahead, none back
we were exactly
where we meant
to be.
***
What changed since then
what breeze washes away your soul,
does it bring pain and loss,
is there care and affection left
do you see my face in the dark,
or mirrors only glow,
anger flowing
in precipice?
***
Do you wish to come back
or stay gone
in the night
of wandering hearts?
Walk on, walk back
ponder the sigh
flowers still grow in darkness
if there is one word left
of us
speak now
or let the quiet reign
serene.
© 2022 Amy Christie
Photo credit: Pixabay
Originally published on Simily
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Amy Christie
Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.
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