As I stare in the distance,
hoping the gentle crackle of leaves
will signal your approach
and that the soft fall of gold
will be replaced by your touch,
I experience no such reprieve
Unawakened by your presence
the absence of sound haunts my heart.
It longs to hum to the tone of your voice,
but only the sound of crimson leaves
rustling through the wind,
fill the silence
The hues of red
dance across the ground
like your fingers once caressed my skin;
dotted across the cracks,
life appears where once
there was none
Untouched, the bare branches sway
to the rhythm of today.
No longer are they comforted
by the green of yesterday;
exposed to the morning dew
they long for you
My love, nature awaits your return;
it waits much like a child strays,
lost without you to guide the way.
Depleted and afraid,
it trembles in the stillness
until you strengthen it again
Now alone, I sit dazed
with a glimmer in my eyes
as tears fall away.
My lungs flutter
as my body longs to soar
to a place, where I may be
SWAG | Amateur | Writer
Something Writers All Got
"Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it."
I hope to make you smile. Welcome to my page.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
- Maya Angelou