on this deserted place
atop the highest mountain
i lie willingly against
the coldness of its cliff
with closed eyes
i savor the freezing kiss
of the wind against my skin
with my white gown
and boquet in hand
i shall wait for you
without any strand of fear
without any trace of uncertainty
with all my heart
with all eternity
on this deserted place
atop the highest mountain
i shall wait for you gladly
may it take until infinity
Author notes
this entry is inspired by photo in option 2
A contest entry
- *Ahem* In the mood for a quickie? Come in and join the fun! ^_^ by chilali.
800 points, ended November 13, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Unconditional, unwavering, ever enduring..almost not unlike the blind faith of the holiest of holy saints to their beloved crerators.
This piece reminds me of all of the greatest stories i've ever read, with the best happy endings, as such admiration does not seem to exist much in this world outside of the thrall of lust.(or so i have seen with my own eyes)
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very nice write. I look forward to a sequeal to this one.
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i'll try to craft one for you.
thanks for dropping by!
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Sigh. Waiting. Hehe. I definitely know what that is like..Haha. I really enjoyed this piece. Very nicely penned. Thank you for entering and good luck
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thanks Ylova! best of luck to your waiting. hahahaha!
anyway, i'm glad you enjoyed this piece.
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Beautiful write; Waiting is only a small piece of the large scheme..having waited 13 years..
Best of luck in the contest
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thanks nymphadora! 13 years is such a long time... wish you the best in life!
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Great picture choice. I get the feeling that these words tell a story of love in waiting. A joy to read and good luck in the contest!
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Thanks for the comment
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