Moonlight casting witch-like shadows,
silver lances pierced the gloom,
wind blown branches gently rapping,
at the window of my room,
shutters swinging, floorboards creaking,
seemed the house was mourning too,
felt the shadows dark were speaking
heard the shadows call for you.
Lying here in whispered silence,
hand upon her pillow cold,
closed my eyes and sensed her fragrance,
stroked her hair of autumn gold,
eyes clench shut, tears were seeping,
streaming random down my face,
memories touched, my soul was weeping
for her love and soft embrace.
Felt a warmth of breath upon me,
felt her fingers on my cheek,
heard her whisper gently to me,
held my breath, i dared not speak.
Laurie, that was awesome. A remembrance of someone close now sleeping a cold and lonely sleep leaving her voice just whispering, beckoning to be heard. Top marks my friend and thanks for sharing this with us. All the best David
oohh, you do need comforting don't you...but how can I comfort you when you're making me cry....!
Beautiful Laurie. I felt every gentle word expressed so eloquantly. Kind Regards Ann
A mood can be held by a whisper-so fragile and yet so enduring. A beautiful lyric write.Sad, but it is the sad songs that haunt us forever. 10/10. Warm wishes, Sandra
This multi-layered poem has a gothic opening that gives way to the tangible pain of loss. It has a real 'Wuthering Heights' feel about it that will haunt the reader long after the closing line. A admirable piece of writing. S :)
This poem is an absolute masterpiece. Powerful, sad and poignant, but what I liked most about it was the superb flow and beautiful balance. So add all that to perfect rhyme and meter, and it's going straight into my favourites. Great poem Steve 10+++++++++
I'm trying to catch up and I'm sure glad I cought up with this masterly piece of poetry............... Wow Laurie!
Laurie, this poem is breathtaking and entrancing and sad and beautiful and it sets the scene for this stunning poem. I just adore it! 10 Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Laurie, this is so beautiful and romantic and sad. Those solitary, midnight tears sting the worst of all.