Continents apart the times are so different that lives seem out of sync. . .
My day
your night
You sleep
your lover in your arms
while I awake dream
My night
your day
I sleep
no lover in my arms
while you awake dance.
Along the threshold
we both weep
I for hopeful years
you for woeful tears
he – faithless, old
you – faithful, bold
I – with faith oft told
in poetry, my soulful whim:
I loving you;
you loving him.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:49
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Night and Day
My day
your night
You sleep
your lover in your arms
while I awake dream
My night
your day
I sleep
no lover in my arms
while you awake dance.
Along the threshold
we both weep
I for hopeful years
you for woeful tears
he – faithless, old
you – faithful, bold
I – with faith oft told
in poetry, my soulful whim:
I loving you;
you loving him.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 1015 times
Written on 2007-01-05 at 04:49
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