In Your Hands Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
In Your Hands
In the silence of my being
Never empty
Because you are here
Though i cannot
Touch you physically
Your spirit
Warms me dear
Through the early dawn
And into the later
Of the day
Empty is this room
Of stone
But your wishes
I will obey
I kindle up
My tired bones
And clear
My weary green eyes
Lay down upon
My empty bed
And imagine you
By my side
With the twilight
And the dusk
And soon
The ebony
Of the night
I grab the pillow
Next to me
And hold it
As if you, so tight
I manage to make
It through
Day after weary day
Dreaming of you
And your green eyes
Returning i
To you
An uncreated lump of clay!
I am just now getting to check all of my comments. I didn't want to leave without thanking you Marci. Your words are cherished by me. God be with you and in yourlife, Theo :)
I can relate and feel the sadness and yearning in this marvelous and touching poem...Thank goodness for memories to get us through some of those 'memory nights' to go along with the down pillow. marci.x.~~
...And Andy, as always, you are too kind! I don't think you ever say anything negative about anybody! Your heart is golden! Warm, generous, kind and forgiving, not to mention, romantic! Thank you, dear one, Theo
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4/16/2024 6:32:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Theo this is just a wonderful poem lady, i can feel your very heart reaching out in this beautiful write...10