In the desolate winter gray
I can see the brilliance of your eyes
As you look my way,
But it's my isolation that belies
The memory of a lighter day.
I can see the brilliance of your eyes
As you look my way,
But it's my isolation that belies
The memory of a lighter day.
My imagination has been imbued
With visions of a tender kiss,
Long ago missed
In the torment of my solitude.
You don't want to notice me anymore;
The awkwardness has soared
To a burdensome magnitude.
Now my faculties fade away.
I'm entranced by your glance,
And alienated as you play.
Desperately wanting another chance
To relive the life of a lighter day.
4 comments:
Beautiful montage. very dramatic words. I like the effect of all of it.
Wonderful work--both the writing and the illo. Mysterious...
Definitely dramatic and beautiful! Keep up the good work of all three kinds!
and how about a geranium window!?
Thanks everyone! Mary, I'm working on the geranium post, but I have to wait for them to bloom again :]
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