Yearning Poem by Agatha Eliza

Let these flowers grow on my skin

the thought of love,

your presence

melting away on paths unwalked

words uttered in hushed tones

carried through the night

by the trail of sparkling stars

and a moon's whose splendor

robs you of your soul.




In my garden, all these white roses

are blooming after midnight…

planted on your foot steps

so you can find your way back anytime;

they're thornless, nourished

by yearning hope

waiting for colours to be splashed

on their brittle petals

and fragrance to be sprayed at their roots.




I am still looking for you, through the maze

of summer's playfulness

with its long lazy days

and evenings filled with wonder…

dreaming, welcoming

whatever the winds of memory sweep back

through my threshold

counting the tears that leave a burning mark

on the paper, as

what we're left with in the end

is just poetry.