my love, my love
unnoticed
the days slip past
in tip-toed silence
quiet my pounding heart
at a loss, at last
still longing
for the lives
we were made to have

forgiven
for what?
night skies still fall
with the Atlantic dreaming
between us
there is stillness
in my racing mind
to think
of holding you

I want my part of something
that would satisfy
every curiosity
in a mind with
great unanswered questions
and an eternal blossoming
of my desire
to finally
know I'm home

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/30/2009 12:01AM by frost42_24.

a nice little piece with its share of tension. good work, sherry.

Peter

thanks, Peter.