Your golden shadow ranges over me
feeling your love  those mishaps of yesterdays
and maybe tomorrows to come
feeding my expectations of  hands
that would hold mine..

Kissing my breath away , waiting for you to spread signs
before me, laying your seeds of want
that is place delicately before my need of you
standing here begging you to want me
with my wistful eyes of light...

Should I move  upon my heart's whim
listening to your heart of lust
the places you may touch
holds my raging so close
who is this, I say,  may I be wild and free??

Violent blows all through the night
as our bed of prison feels so right
you are the shameful eyes that see through me
in a world of discontented evils
then your soothing voice calms me
in your pleasing sight...

Leading me out of my shameful nightmares
holding the glimpse of hope
I am filled with endless doubts
then the tomorrow's sun beams
On our hearts that beats steadily.....

Looking forward to the night of nights
that you will be there
I can't put my pen down
as I remember your face of sorrow
daily I hear your voice calling....

This will be the nights of nights....*


Debbie Brooks 2014