M1 man, & nothing more.
Well, actually a1 not true
Is that statement said b4
More thought was put n2
What is the case 2b made,
Here in this poem now 2u,
That is written n8 lines, n8
R3 things u2 underestimate.

I hear a subtle whisper,
and it sends my spine a chill,
I hear the same old song play,
the one that bears me ill,

I look for other signs of,
you here within these walls,
I listen for the sound of,
your voice as darkness falls,

I feel a gentle breeze go,
so sweetly by my face,
then move the lovely flowers,
left in our favorite vase,

I watch a lovely night bird,
glide swiftly to my sill,
I so dearly want to touch him,
to not-
against my will,

I will always look for you dear,
down these empty halls,
I will always hear your sound love,
as true love always calls,

I know your shadows dancing,
it moves in perfect grace,
your images of leather,
are bound in ancient lace,

You dance upon these walls here,
an in every sacred place,

A heart can possibly ever keep.

Ma Cherie © 2017

The day is slowly fading.
The night is almost here.
I'm looking for
Your presence.
But you are
Nowhere
Near.

Your arrival has been long awaited.
I am here,
                          F L O A T I N G
~~~~~   ~~~    ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~   ~~~~~ ~  
atop my own delusions.
I daydream of my world colliding;
merging into a sky not so blue,
a sky pitch black,
with a moon illuminating red,
a wind that screams ****** ******,
and chokes my lungs in terror.

I want my skin to crawl along
abandoning my body.

Please. Will you take me now?

                                    With Love,
                                    Renée Brookes