A touch of darkness
Gently lifts the veil of dawn.
I smile.
You are not there.
Take on the morning waltz,
Like ghosts ー drifting on;
Cycle of love,
Harrowing raptures.
Your scent, an acute absence
of apples, roses and sunlight,
Fills and intrudes and begs to consume
The remains of my rationality.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
A touch of darkness
Gently lifts the veil of dawn.
I smile.
You are not there.
Take on the morning waltz,
Like ghosts ー drifting on;
Cycle of love,
Harrowing raptures.
Your scent, an acute absence
of apples, roses and sunlight,
Fills and intrudes and begs to consume
The remains of my rationality.
Once the apple of my eye -- so harrowing and sweet.
Request permission to use this poem