Sunday 13 November 2011
breathe
I have waited for what seems
like a lifetime of time and space
for this moment
we have loved and lost
been lost and found
beholden,betrayed
idolized and scorned.
we have
fallen in love
and fallen out so often
and not just with each another
and yet I always knew
that one day
you would return
so here we are
with the mist just rising
as the dawn breaks
with the debris of last night
laid waste
come let me skim the dew from your brow
and gather the perfume of lost time
in my cupped hands
may i breathe the future into us
and hope
that i am yours.
Magpie tales with prompt photo from tess.
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Romantic...lovely...
ReplyDeleteThis wonderful, thanks! I found my self rereading these lines;
ReplyDelete"come let me skim the dew from your brow
and gather the perfume of lost time"
Amazing!
I like the image of gathering the perfume of lost time in cupped hands.
ReplyDeleteNice.
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Lovely. A positive response to the photo. Good for you. Well done, well said.
ReplyDeleteKay, Alberta, Canada
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A poem, full of hope. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Like asking, praying for redemption.
ReplyDeleteRick
This is so passionate and tender. I really like this.
ReplyDeleteHope....i love this! :-)
ReplyDeletewith all the furniture in the yard...that must have been some night...smiles...love the cupping there at the end and breathing a futre into us...nice write...
ReplyDeletethank you all for your beautiful comments...i so love it when you speak to me...xxx
ReplyDeleteTouching and lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, I enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. I especially like "let me skim the dew from your brow/and gather the perfume of lost time/in my cupped hands"
ReplyDeleteThank you.
beautiful poem,
ReplyDeletethe first stanza truly speaks to me.