Black Poetry : loves sonata #1

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;

 

Beautiful!!!

Simply beautiful!!! I lovedid it!!!

 

Tite

TIGHT TO DEF

 

thanks for the read people...

 

this was so melancholy beautiful!
-7

 

thanks wildflower for the read...

one.

 

Work it!

Absolutely a flow using all the poetic styles and tools. It is difficult to write like this and have it say soemting that isn't maudlin, trite or just plain boring--well executed--Amun-Ra

 

thank you all for the read...i am sharpened today...