Yellowed sketches, unsent letters
Strewn in my head,
Pen scratching, torn paper
Stifled tears unshed.
A maddening silence singing
To my downcast soul,
As this ink keeps dripping
To fill a gaping hole.
Scrawling a few blurred lines
Words, mine alone to keep;
A love lost, somewhere in time,
‘Til eternity but sleep.
Somehow in my dreams, we belong
My anguish and solace-
'Til my heart lets me move on,
Perhaps one of these days.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
