Leria Hawkins

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You Never Call - Poem by Leria Hawkins

There is no whistle in the briar
Nor in the garden, lilting there
There are no murmurs in the trees
There is no passion, calling me

Yet, I feel a presence in the air
Something precious, something rare
Perhaps it’s in the songs I breathe
Like a little whisper on my sleeve

Is it that, you’re drawing near?
Is it your essence that I feel?
Have you come my way at last?
To sweep away the shards of glass

I’ve searched for you, both far and wide
Out in the hills, the countryside
I’ve waited here, so very long
While humming soft, a secret song

There is so much I need to say
To lift the rising shades of gray
So very much I need to know
To pull me from the blinding snow

You gather near, yet stay apart
You never let me touch your heart
A fickle flame that chars my soul
You only give me, half of whole

Why do you linger, why do you stay
Why do you treat my love this way
So many times, I’ve told you so
So many times, I’ve tried to go

There is one thing, I must confess
I sought to sway your tenderness
But, it seems my heart is second hand
It took so long to understand

There is no whistle in the briar
Nor in the garden, lilting there
There are no murmurs in the trees
There is no passion, calling me…


Poet's Notes about The Poem

You Never Call
Date: July 4,2013
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Copyright © 2013 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved

Comments about You Never Call by Leria Hawkins

  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (7/3/2013 11:23:00 PM)

    love, passion, life in the world, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013


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