Moving On Poem by elena winters

Moving On

Rating: 5.0


alone on this trip to paris
no warm arm here to hold me
no lips yearning to kiss me
no fingers intertwining my long hair

what a feeling of loneliness
that led me to sleep
only to dream of the past
that left our relationship to a steep

those everlasting words you spoke
that drained into my heart
i can hear your soft whispers
that linger in my presence

a black shadowy figure standing before me
reaches out and tries to touch me
and just when our hands nearly touch
i awake with a dissapointing expression on my face
tears begin falling like little rain droplets
forming a puddle with an image of you

so know more cries
as i wiped my sore eyes
and held my head high
with my bags by my side
to walk the path of a new life

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lovemo Queen 19 January 2009

mmm...to dream of the past and to dream of what you know what could havebeen..its almost magical until reality steps in..

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Kesav Easwaran 28 December 2008

A dream of reality! sad yet good poem, Breeze...would walk strongly into any reader mind...10

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