Saturday, August 1, 2009

Late at Night©

I do my best thinking - and writing in the middle of the night. I was feeling restless one night, and all of a sudden, I was overwhelmed with saddness, and tears started to flow. The words "Late at Night" kept resonating with me, and I felt compelled to get up and write. For whatever reason, I am in the space of feeling lonely right now, and my writings are reflecting that. I know that it's a process, and I'm just going to feel it and work my way through. Enjoy....

Late at night
that's when I feel you most
Here I am, missing someone I don't even know
But I know you are out there
missing me too
I am surprised by the tears
that slide down my face
and softly fall to my pillow
Tears of pain, sorrow
Tears of joy, hope
Sorrow that you are not by my side
right now
Hope that you will be here
soon
I rise from my bed to record these thoughts
I write with one hand
wipe my tears with the other
Late at Night
This is when I feel you most
the unknown you
my love
I cannot see your face
but I know your smile
I have not felt your touch
but I know your passion
I have not seen you
but I feel you
Late at Night
Will you always be
my sweetest dream?
my fantasy?
Will I ever get to feel
your arms
your kiss
You?
I long to know
But for now
I place these words upon this page
and lay back down to silently pray
And as I close my eyes against the darkness of my room
wrapping myself in my loneliness
I hold my pillow tight
and I think
I wish
I long for
You......

1 comment:

  1. One of the best poems I have seen from you. I understand it completely.
    You picked up a pen, and channeled my
    feelings somehow. Thank You!

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