Feeling you, through the glass
Near and yet untouchable
I dreamt of warmth,
of a love unmoving
Your words gave me hope
for surety, contentment, that
this life's hours were not, perhaps, a waste.
But
this despondence has shown
no sign of parting
It wakes me, clawing and gnawing
to the bone.
Serenity was mine,
elusive- deceptive
Could not that glorious hand
which woke my soul so deeply,
Tear this sadness from
my heart?
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Extreme depth of feeling. Read mine - On the Horns Of the Moon - Adeline