Dew Poem by Chris Bradshaw

Dew

Rating: 5.0


Waking is the dreamer's lament
To rise in solitude
When only a moment before
I was in your arms
Finally free

I reach out to hold you
But your eyes, full of love
Vanish like dew
Gifts of the night
Taken by morning light

Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude,waking
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Min Sia 13 December 2008

Fine imagery..lifting emotions of love and longing... Words very expressive... Superb!

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