And She Was

She steals off with the night,

leaves me sober, aching ever more.

Takes my breath, & cloistered dreams,

Into the world, onto her collage.

 

She clings to the edge of the middle,

All seeing, all hearing, all smiling.

Developing her own negatives,

I wish seeing my positives.

 

She is the air of summer dusk,

the red sky over this city.

Saint Benedicts, Magdalen Street,

she's seen painting the rainbow.

 

She has got me by the heart,

I'm thinking the pain away.

Yet I am starved for more

Dreaming that we are misfits & lovers.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Your descriptions, though at times painful, are also beautiful. I loved this image:

She is the air of summer dusk,
the red sky over this city.

That is pure poetry.

[Holly Mason]

lovely thoughts
thank you for sharing