these empty minutes in the night fill like a stream of memories into an arroyo of desire thoughts of her wash through my mind as i count stars as alone as i wondering when the moon will rise again shining its love upon the earth below warming a soul empty without her touch
Truly lovely, is it my imagination or does the clock really say loving? At least that is what I see. The lonely moments are with us perhaps, so that we will reflect inward, and discover new things about ourselves.
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Beautiful.
Lovely, lonely words – the night sky has that effect on a person.
Truly empty minutes… You do such great work on the photos, too, Charles.
I think I like your love poetry best.
How beautiful, Charles! Love is a many-splendoured thing!
the depth of longing cries out in these words.
beautiful…
jane
Heartfelt, sad, if the protagonist is you I am sending a hug! (typo– “mind,” or did you mean “mine”?)
Truly lovely, is it my imagination or does the clock really say loving? At least that is what I see. The lonely moments are with us perhaps, so that we will reflect inward, and discover new things about ourselves.
Well it does seem to say that…wasn’t planned…my Muse has been at it again. 😉
Love this
“in the night… of desire… my… soul empty without her touch”
that popped out in bold to me….
great poem, and great artwork to boot!
Beautiful, also to hear you read.
Sorry that I don’t comment much, don’t always know what to say.
I’m glad you enjoyed it…I know what you mean about commenting…I feel the same way many times when I read something…thanks ever so much for your comment today.
seems like you have personified the sky….both poems lovely&beautiful…..
lovely &beautiful …..both poems interconnected….
nothing compares to that emptiness…
Precious.
Still beautiful today. I think we are blessed to have those empty moments for it means we were loved, it does not take away the pain of missing them.