Monday, March 26, 2012

Compromises

There will be…
A sharp, dry 'sense'
Lodged in my throat
and eyes...
...Nothing new
Yet still intense
Love’s pleading compromise

 And there will be
Soft whispered prayers
As I reach to the moon
Amidst the flow
Of thought and tears
And parting
Way too soon

…and there will be
Forevermore
The ‘what if’s’ and the ‘why’s
Within my soul
The ocean’s roar
Within my ear
Your sighs

Oh, there will be
Until we meet
A cruel and kind delight
To know love’s memory
Bittersweet
Sleeps with me every night

J~
 

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