impossible skies darken

impossible skies darken
when my blood craves
one last look at you
your soft skin
your glittering eyes laughing

never to be will soon
be a memory I shall carry
with a winds revision
when trees no longer
hold winds in contempt

I did not mean to startle you
with this feeble breath
in search of meaning
it was all in a deck of cards
a draw one foolish night




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-07-18 at 02:33

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Farag M. Afify
Hi Bob.. thank you for sharing this nice poem:

"I did not mean to startle you
with this frail breath
in search of meaning
it is in a deck of cards
a draw at foolish nights"

Farag
2014-07-18



Your poems always leave me with a 'sigh', they are so soft and beautiful. Your descriptions are vivid and full of emotions.
Ok. I'm a fan.
2014-07-18