Monday, September 27, 2010

Anxiété

© Gloria Smith 08/29/10

The evening drops her silent moments
One by one by one
Sunlight fades and shades of sadness
Bring the evening slowly, slowly down
I wait... words fade while dreams come alive.
I thrive on fantasies born of passion and pain
And what remains is only this 
Each beat of my longing heart tears me asunder
I wonder if you care
I cannot share my secrets with you
On this long and lonely night
I hold my pillow tight as crystal tears
Run past silken cheeks and into trembling lips
Lips that once kissed your face
You hold my soul and do not know that it is true
I am whole in your embrace
In this imaginary place of contrivance and illusion
God grant me the grace to face another night alone

GLO

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