In evening's solitude sipping a glass of wine, or
maybe two, and listening to Roberta's love songs
Being spirited away dizzily to dream land
Recalling your eyes that once never wearied of mine
Tonight the weight of uncertainty keeps my lids wide
Envisioning love and passion waning like the moon
Remembering still...
The baby breathing quietly
Passion wide awoke…these are
Times to keep awake and watching
stars in the distance sky...
Childhood screams and dreams are
behind, like our last passionate kiss
My dear we're just tired so,
let's just sleep
Eternity lies far ahead
Leaving love behind
So beautiful and reflective poetry Almedia and yet it leads into the future where dreams are waiting to be fulfilled. The love songs evoke a feeling of tenderness and deep love, even though passionate kisses, can become more companionable. Eloquent and moving writing. 10 love Karin
what a beautiful, passionate write indeed.. hey touched my heart.. Nice miss Knight.. you kept the poignant aspect through out.... good... loves shan
Reflective... tranquil… and yet, it breaks my heart… passionate kisses ought not ever be gone until the end and the kissers are gone.
These word are very wunderfull. eternity lies far ahead leaving love behind
passion waning like the moon, past passionate kiss .. with heaves and a sense of loss of the lost love..... that was what struck me as i read your poem. like the words and the images you used in this poem conveying the emoyions so well. thank u tony
the third stanza is the best... i can see it! wow, nice write!
beautiful autumn canvas...love eternal; yes, for those who could relish the values within...10
Hon’ble Poet Ma’am taken patent on poeming on final exit- separation - de - partment - dislodgement - cleavage…still the poetic melancholy calorie makes readers calorie oblivious [lolol]…will lead to gain of fatty knowledge and flabby joy by the readers…… thanks sharing… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah sweet memories of young love dreaming under closed eyelids...solitude the time it all comes back...love the poem regards