Alone I'm lost and
unhappy,
Longings run through
my veins cleaving,
As memories steal
through my mind,
Striving to survive
your leaving.
In this starlight's
masked elegance,
I see life's grand
gentility,
And love's sweetest
sincerity,
Leaving, gone from
reality.
Only left are love's
memories,
My constant true
longings for you,
Underneath this
masquerade of,
Elegance in life's
finest view.
How I need love's
tender touches,
Love's own
familiarity,
Our songs that
invariably,
Dream love's
desirability.
Instead emptiness
grasps minute,
By minute like the
twinkling star,
Light in love life's
chatoyancy,
That travels
distances afar.
I'm lost reaching
for you to be,
Silence yields its
finality,
As my heart shudders
in misty,
Times of ludicrous
verity.
Hopelessness rings
forth grasping
dreams,
From life's hopes on
long stemmed roses,
Whispering gently
revealing,
Love's torn heart a
thorn exposes.
Happiness and
reveries gone,
Longings cling deep
within my soul,
As love's folly
sings tomorrow's,
Respectability it
stole.
Loneliness grows
melancholy,
Constant absurdities
cling true,
Within this masked
elegance that,
Speaks so clearly
all about you.
Just reaching for
your love to be,
Sadness yields its
finality,
The triviality of
things,
And without you,
reality.
© Sondra McPherson
12
February 2010
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