His name rests tender on my lips
through all the long dark hours –
fond memories of stolen love
my aching heart devours.
I feel his breath upon my face,
his trace upon my breast –
sweet whispers drift across the room
where once we soft caressed.
Then as he gently slips into
the depths where love is born,
within a different time and space
the fabric’s meetly torn.
And moving slowly deep within,
bestowing ecstasy –
I close my eyes upon the void
to feel he's part of me.
But reaching out to keep his touch,
to grasp it while I may,
It’s in the reaching out that touch
evaporates away.
(His misty image fills my mind,
a passing recollection
dancing on the edge of time –
a shimmering reflection) .
Simmering passion, deep loving physicality, great use of words. Thank you Valerie
True love transcends beyond the moment and becomes part of being and is forever etched in memory. Sensuousness of the moment is relived in recollection and is a tribute to the loved one. Excellently expressed, Val.
Valerie-It would be a shame for you to harness your remarkable talent.Perhaps poetry could lead you to a better place.I feel your hurt in this ever so poignant poem.I bet you can still beat about all of us would be poets.I'll be watching-Joseph
To have had this strong bond of love is incredibly special. Love comes in many forms and true, true love is not always captured. Bless you.
Thank you for reading and commenting. I continue to lack inspiration, after losing my husband I remain empty inside.
The poem evokes sad feelings, the title included. The last stanza in the parenthesis is a lingering beauty. 'I am afraid I have no inspiration or motivation to write any more' - these words of yours in reply to Unwritten Soul's comment left me more saddened.
Thank you US. I am not active on site at the moment. I am afraid I have no inspiration or motivation to write any more. But I do appreciate your lovely comments, and as always, it is great to hear from you. I do hope you are keeping well. My very best wishes to you. Val
You know, like always your poem never less than beautiful work of art... truly you are a talented writer...honest, creative, experienced, artistic and gifted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Val. The feelings that are expressed are so strong that the reader is very deeply moved. Love never dies. Sometimes the best we can do for these very special loved ones is to let their tenderness and care and kindness live on in our own being, doing, thinking, This poem is a truly a beautiful expression. I pray for your strength and wellness.
Thank you for reading, commenting, and for your well wishes Aufie, much appreciated. Val