baubles. canon 400d
without context
some days it seems many
lifetimes have passed since
you held firm to my hand
whispering secrets in my ear.
days flow by, like sands
constantly shifting,
shaping new landscapes;
our sweet times together glide
quietly out of memory’s reach.
something tilts… floats…
drifts just beyond my gaze,
leaving a cooling hollow
waiting to be filled with
another warmth, or
another’s touch. please
lets revive our friendship? come,
take a step back towards me
and discard that old mask;
remember how it feels to have
my sun warming your face.
© 2009 leonie faith wise
Raine K.
08/12/2009 at 00:55 //
Lovely golden light!
Amy
08/12/2009 at 21:57 //
Beautiful, photo and poem both. I can empathize with that a great deal, and that last line is so powerful. Thank you for sharing it.
darlene
08/12/2009 at 22:34 //
ohhhhh … you definitely carry sun .. this is beautiful, xo
Suvarna
09/12/2009 at 03:24 //
deeply moving poetry, and shining image, beautiful
doorways traveler
09/12/2009 at 05:21 //
love this, leonie. rich, warm and casting light into more cooling hollows than you probably know.
can’t wait to hold your hand and feel your sunshine on my face.
Lara
14/12/2009 at 18:21 //
I needed this today – a sign that someone else feels what I feel, sees what I see.
Thank you.