Fuses In The Wind Poem by A.Z. McCoy

Fuses In The Wind



If the madness lifted to auto-pilot,
I'd already be in my lover's arms,
Above, where nothing but her touch lingers
My scars, my blessings, my clouds
I asked too much. A reply she couldn't
Deliver and so I made company with silence
But tended my plot of love each morning
All the same, through years and jobs, the slight changes
The body takes, but breathing her memory through
Dawn and Dusk, hoping the fumes might get me through
The day and its strange flowers never in bloom
Meager in a respect, so ready for life
Delicate fuses waiting for a light,
When the garden knows only wind.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: unrequited love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 02 June 2015

Meager in a respect, so ready for life Delicate fuses waiting for a light, when the garden knows only wind. Beautiful lines of a nice poem.

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