I have wrapped myself in her soft voice,
curled up in the scent of her long hair -
I have dreamed of moments
in the theatre of her smile.
Tomorrow (or the next day)
I will touch the music
of her glistering skin
and live forever
in cottony laughter,
safe from every torment
of past lives,
I will live in Nevercry
with the susurration of her heartbeat
as the soundtrack to our lives.
Author notes
Written July 25th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Wow me by Vernal.
300 points, ended July 26, 2006, 6 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Oh my, this is a very good one dear. It's very beautifully written, and I quite like it.
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"I have dreamed of moments
in the theatre of her smile."
Ohhh, Scott...this is wonderful, my Friend...what a brilliant metaphor, Scribe...possibly as brilliant as her smile...Sighhh...Good luck in the contest, Scott...Gorgeous pennings of late...as usual...
Wanda
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Nevercry...what a most beautiful thought, unless, of course, it's because of our happy tears...this is just perfect, my love, and you certainly have wowed me, as you always do.
Saffron
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Wowee
This is a great read, it has good flow and great description. Good luck in the contest. -
WOW!!!! You can still wow me. Great job on this, I liked it alot. I think you have a good chance at winnings. Anyway good luck dear friend.Keep it flowing.
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