Seeking Solace

Sitting on the wood barefoot

As the clock hits 2 out of the morning

Red lips softly sing a tune

Palms of white drew out lines 

Her hair flutters by some sort of vision

Clarity came through silence

She looks up to that door

Keys attached to the lock

He comes in carrying her 

Placing her on the bed staring at her light

Speaking softly of solace

Close your eyes 

Seeking 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Again. Your words. Real life, gentle and leading to hopeful ending. You create perfect thoughts and emotions of need being fulfilled. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[B]

Thank you C

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[SleeplessVolcano]

What a joy when one can find such solace in the arms of another.....

[B]

or in their own soul

[Sami Khalil]

Very powerful with openness and sadness all in one. Excellent. ..::::)))

[B]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ...::::))))