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.
–Dean Koontz
Tag: longing
Don’t Let Go
My turbulent heart Entwined with yours Pulses in rhythm playing our own ballad Pull me close Hold me tight Don’t ever let go (C) 2019 Penny Wilson *Picture found on Pixabay
Apart, Together
I wish on the same stars. Tonight. Every night. We are apart, together. We two. The ache, palitable. I reach inside my chest touch it, caress it. Do my best to soothe it. We are apart, together. We two. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
Halo
Your presence miraculous Your touch nourishment to this thirsty soul You forgot your halo It’s still lying here Only slightly tarnished Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
The Moment
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
The Moon’s Blush
The Sun so loved the Moon. Her luminous smile set his heart aflame. His burning desire shone for all to see. But he yearned for the darkness. The Moon lit the night, paving the way for his dreams. The glow of her celestial presence would wash over him, cooling the flames. There were times when she would blush a deep red. As if she knew his thoughts. This is when he loved her the most. The Stars shared the night with the Moon, as the Sun never could. The Sun looked on; his desperate heart aching. He knew he would never be with the radiant beauty that he loved from afar. The Stars twinkled a “tisk, tisk”; for they had the wisdom of the heavens. The Sun loved in vain. He would wait for the night so that his dreams would carry him to his beloved.
Copyright 2019 Penny Wilson
Sunrise
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.
Never, ever, yours… — Afterwards
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. ❤
Some words.
In My Dreams
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
Twisted Spell – #OctPoWriMo
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.
