A tempest dream

 

 

T’was night when I inhaled a quickened breath

Dreamt me, of my lover’s demise in death

Gentle lover? Called me, across the frigid shore

Why must your tender love return no more?

What sin did me, to grieve this loss of you?

When only to thy love, have I held true

All due the anger of the savage sea

I did not hear my lover’s call to me

No more to feel my lover’s fond embrace

My lips left bare without his kiss’s trace

Ah me! Each dear and treasured touch be lost

Oh breathe me! Lest my wretched soul be tossed

But lo! Awakened me to morning’s thrill

Beloved  lying near me, living still!

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Sweet!

[Alz Alz]

Filled with emotions- fantastic- yet again!

[Michael X]

haunting allure of beauty and the drift of sensuous magic that brings your words to life is magnetic, i love the way this poem flow in dreamy ways, you have a masterful touch, and capture swiftness as well
as the reader's heart. i sincerely enjoyed reading every word.

[deeps]

Wow! Bittersweet touching, I like this write,
Full of emotions tugging! Very well written!