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The last wave

Not a sound at this hour

Midnight struck the wall and waits

As time begins to knit and braid

The dark veil of sleep

Take me, to the meadows

of rich pastures

Where dreams do take flesh, become so real

Take me there, where my love awaits

To meet with her, in long embrace

And when dawn creeps

Like thief to take her

When hands do part

In tears of cries

let me adore her 

Fading away

Away... into the mist

Of morn`s dew.

Author notes

Dedication to the woman of my life
Judy

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  • Jalalbad gold member
    November 1
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    such is


  • LeilaJayne
    October 2
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    Awwww... that is such a lovely dedication! She must be a very special woman!! Very passionate write.
    Thanks for entering x


  • BonnieQ silver member
    September 28

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    Glorious!

    Judy should be all over you for this exquisite dedication to her I have yet to read any of your work and find myself disappointed. You simply are a divine poet with an exquisite way with words, emotion, visuals and rhythm. As I said on the last poem, you must start entering your pieces in contests AND consider getting your work published! Another GOLD

    Much love and hugs, SisBon


    • Angelo di Luce gold member
      September 29

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      Had any one else said that, I would not take any notice my darling sis, but knowing your background and expertice, I may concider at a later date
      Thank you always for your support and for been my teacher
      Much love to you
      Nick


  • Jalalbad gold member
    September 27
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    Nice but some sad


  • lovlilmystery
    September 25

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    How exquisite. I really loved these parts: Where dreams do take flesh, become so real.. Take me there, where my love awaits.. To meet with her, in long embrace. You seam so sad, my friend. And each time, I read your poems, I feel your sadness coming through your writings. Cheer up, dear friend, I have a lot of faith, one day, we will have someone special in our lives. I just don't know exactly when or where, this person is, but just know I will find him. Take care, my friend and have a great day.

    Sandi

  • Michael P gold member
    September 25

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    Angelo, I have read this a few times. At first it seems a dream and then it finishes like a nightmare-enjoyed the contrast from the 'rich meadows' to 'when dawn creeps'. Definite sense of meloncholy even tragedy - of longing,-missing and in the end perhaps, waiting for the next midnight to roll around and see her again-Well done...peace


  • Sandygram
    September 25

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    Lovely Poetry!!!!!!

    A beautiful poem with lovely imagery. I always enjoy reading poems about love and dreams. They do go hand in hand.

    Have a nice day,
    Sandy

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