Call my name
when you're alone
Empty words onto
the pages.
Tie a ribbon
blue as ice
around your story
Leave it in
the dead of night.
I wake in morning
to the sound of dreams
echoed in the thunderstorm
so fresh and warm.
Maybe time can turn around
and gather your emotion
You've said the unspoken.
I've been incomplete for so long
Drifting like a red balloon
until it's gone.
Night comes again
I'm going through my pictures
restoring memories we've shared
and though I'm lost again
I won't stop until I reach the end.
If you need a place to go
A castle on the mountain
carved from stone-
If you don't want to be alone
I welcome you with open arms
into my home.
Author notes
This is probably the purest poem I've written; it was inspired completely by unadulterated admiration of nature and clean, soft mornings. It also begins to explore my longing to be a host of parties, or a family, or anything...
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Its a sweet poem indeed.
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Wow. This is..impressive!!! Beautiful, the imagery that you pained was absolutely stunning, as was your vocabulary was nicely selected!!
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