There are 2 types of lonely.
The first is where you shut the door and close off the world, looking for refuge in your solitude.
The second is where you leave the door open, but it goes unused.
For a second maybe two our eyes meet Yours held mine prisoner Me gladly surrendering Joyfully longingly falling Into those clear cool pools The moment now gone You turn away Would you smile a welcome? Do you know this heart? reaching We will never know Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Olichel Adamovich from Pixabay
Copyright 2019 Penny Wilson
Sunrise shatters the dream Winged moments with you Momentary passions Unfulfilled desires Dreams Reality severs liaisons Yearnings unquenched Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *This is in response the Frank's Thursday Photo Challange. If you would like to see more of his beautiful photography or get in on th efun of his challenges, you can find out all about it HERE.
I love Michael’s blog, Afterwards. He’s funny, uncensored, and irreverent. But once in a while he lets his softer side show. This is an example of one of those times. Please enjoy this lovely poem by Michael. ❤
I was sure I had found you once,twice more... I've felt your arms around me felt your strength the heat of your heart Just a dream I've seen your eyes They're the color of the sea on a winter morning Your passion has held me enthralled me I give myself to you just to awaken to an empty room A dream I thought I saw your smile in passing I felt the electricity The same as my dreams You're out there I know it I feel it I feel you Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.
She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.
She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.
Full-time daydreamer, half-time paranoid.
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