Strangest Lover Poem by Barry Middleton
Strangest Lover
She slips into a quiet dream,
but she is like a stranger.
I reach for her, she turns away,
I know I cannot claim her.
Still there is an emptiness
that haunts my very soul,
barren as the hush of night
where memories grow cold.
She is gone and dead to me,
as darkness fills the sky.
But I will love her till the day
that suns and planets die.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,lost love
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5/13/2024 6:44:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I know i cannot claim her. Nice work