I miss terribly,
The feeling of being in love,
The ecstasy,
Expecting to breathe life into,
The leagues of my indulgent seas.
The days and nights that sway a life,
To and fore, aft of the rising breeze.
Seeing as we may only stand here for a moment.
Apt to the expectant themes,
Preening the weathered feathers that have flown me away,
and yet home again,
But still I miss it so.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
I miss terribly,
The feeling of being in love,
The ecstasy,
Expecting to breathe life into,
The leagues of my indulgent seas.
The days and nights that sway a life,
To and fore, aft of the rising breeze.
Seeing as we may only stand here for a moment.
Apt to the expectant themes,
Preening the weathered feathers that have flown me away,
and yet home again,
But still I miss it so.