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Lost Love Clouds gather and dodge the rays of sun that warm the ground I stand upon. They alert me with foreboding darkness, by sending a slight shiver through my contentment A breeze is rising, and upon it I hear your voice whisper to me. Languidly, you begin to take over my solace and stir embers that settled long ago upon the hearth of my history. The path I walk upon becomes illusory As your scent makes an appearance. It wafts around me, taunting my senses formidably entering the keyhole of the door I locked behind you when you left my heart. Memories come into my mind waning hither and yon with the wind’s direction. Questions again come forward battered out of hiding by the appearance of ancient rain. Old apprehensions tingle as I acknowledge the turmoil in the wake. The storm is unyielding as it takes over whisking aside any cry of sensibilities appeal. The river of tears I have shed for you rise without abandon blocking my being from taking another step and forcing me to drown in its undercurrent. I cannot avert my attention drawn to your profile staring at me from the salty water Your eyes full of compassion Your lips forming words of query Your beauty taunting me as I grasp for air. A lightening bolt strikes my soul Illuminating visions of shared dreams made from spoken and unspoken promises. The jolt of a forgotten laugh crashes in my ears and sends me to my knees Our passion’s raw thunder begins to rumble deep and steady Its pulsated throbbing quickens And it’s strength becomes deadly I desperately catapult myself away from it to look at us from another dimension My dream suddenly faces reality We are no longer one We… are no longer ……..I am. The storm in my heart begins to die Its aftermath is kind and calmness falls upon my weary mind. I have survived the torment A fresh scent of birth covers the soaked ground As it settles into the parched soil the earth again finds it’s own Raindrops cling to the branches as my tears still lay upon my cheek, I It is then that I realize I will also find my own . |
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