Friday, January 22, 2016

Mist the skies for me




picture source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/375909900127626028/


    Rain mists the sky,
deepens every shadow,
silence melts into me,

    the hollow pounding slows,
I’m numb to your absence,
the quiet sets me free.

    Past crashing waves on ancient rocks
you mist the skies with your stinging drops,
keep misting the skies for me.








12 comments:

  1. A longing for something greater, but the past is hard to get away from it seems. Great piece!

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  2. Enjoyed this thank you for sharing this treat

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  3. misty feelings relieve the pain of longing :)

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  4. Within the mist a memory enshrined, enhanced, embraced.
    This poetry inspires.

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  5. hello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay yes thats el niño all rite!!! but do not wurry saya and me ar all over it we wil git it tayken kayr of!!! ok bye

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  6. This part threw me off: the hollow pounding slows,

    I’m numb to your absence,

    the quiet sets me free.

    As I read it, perhaps projecting, I felt liberated in the absence of someone

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  7. I could actually picture it! Simply wonderful! Thanks for sharing! Also please do visit my blog "My Lemon Hues". I'd love it!

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  8. OK babe, no problem as long as you don't mistake the mist for tears.

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