In the pale wash of lonely
Your stark branch against my sky
I hear you calling
I hear you cry
In the blue moan of Mondays
Your dreams penetrate my mind
I feel you waking
I feel you rise
In lamp-lit miles between us
Your crystal words invade my heart
I see you smiling
I see you laugh
In embers warmed with yearning
You’re wood-tinder to my flame
I sense your longing
I sense your pain
In pitch of bitter darkness
Your aurora fills my dark
I crave your lovemaking
I crave only... your heart
@ Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
(Both Poem and Art)
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