Daze of Days

October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments

Your voice hums in my heart.
New York passes, so does my art-

To the moment we start
To the moment we part…


In the west, I hear your vow.
In the east, where are you now?


Are you holier-than-thou?
Than my love somehow…


I shall find
Your face behind


Streamlined
Colors of my mind


Dressed by the sand,
You stand.


Fed from the ocean’s hand,
You understand…

Bathed in the sun,
One-on-one

Our love begun,
We were in it for the long run.

Naked as can be-
Our tears swam alongside destiny.

Now, nothing’s left more to see-
Except loneliness, my great poverty

And the glee of hearts-free
…whoopee

But, I can see and others agree
There was nothing wrong with me…

 

© Sonya Rose

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