Far away
Her thoughts dimmed memory
He was there for a moment
She turned to find him
Now gone.
She waited
Patience a friend
Where love seeks to be found
Dressed for the moment
That never comes.
He has slipped away
Into the darkness
His yesterday
Following destiny
He turned away.
She knows he will once more return
As each time before
Her spell woven upon the air
When his gaze fell to watch
Each breath she took.
He comes at night
As she sits smiling
Knowingly she beckons
Come, return to me
And he is lost once more
In the passion and love
Of the mistress of his dream.
Lovely poem and picture, my friend. Have a wonderful day. 🌞
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Thanks Kat ☺️💜
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https://thewolfhowlsatnight.wordpress.com/2014/11/21/zero-balance/
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Hmmmm, so that’s what she’s waiting for…I wondered😊
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