Black Poetry : loves sonata #1

dnommo

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I think of the hand in the watch
Counting the moments of time
When the day will appear and you
My future shall walk in my present;

I find myself sitting alone in my room
As the shade dances with the summer
Breeze and I stare aimlessly at a picture
Of the one whom fills my heart with love;

I close my eyes for a moment so that I
Can imagine her here with my head in
Her lap as she gently runs hers fingers
Through my freshly tightened locs;

I want to exhale and yet I fear that
If I do then my dream shall no longer
Appear and the one who comforts my
Days shall disappear at dusk’s arrival;

I wipe the tear that flows down my
cheek and I go of the inhale that fights
with the current running through me
when I drag my fingers over your smile;

and I lay back on my bed allowing the
smile to direct me to a place of peace
knowing that in days ahead my dream
of life together shall finally appear;
 

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