To kiss you into the night.
Would be more than I could pray for.
Lost in a world where you are my religion.
The transmigration I envisioned.
Waiting for that flash of crimson slitting the night sky.
Instead I made you cry.
As the ripe fruit of dawn broke over our lives.
I reached for it, I reached for you.
Finding only empty space.
And spent light.
A stunning finale Mark ..
“I reached for it, I reached for you.
Finding only empty space.
And spent light.”
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Thank you, i think the end is where it takes off 🙂 Glad this spoke to you also.
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oh goodness…. sighhh… I could read this again and again and again. SWOON. I absolutely adore this piece, Mark.
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Thank you Tara, was a little bitesize piece so glad it had some depth and return power.
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Always. I love your poetry.
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Thank you Tara, and i for yours too!
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