Silent Thoughts
think of me as a poem;
hear the words that fall
from the faint whispers of my heart,
it bleeds for you, more so than whitened lids
that prop themselves open
as if the backdrop of night.
they see nothing
without the gleam of stars
that fall as i look in your eyes.
feel my soul reaching out to yours,
tempting you to whisper back
like an echo rolling through hills,
take me there
take me there
take me there.
don't just feel the wind of my breath,
but be the wind, the only air i breathe
as i float down, gently, like words
across pages.
fill these same voids
that wedge themselves
between the beats of two hearts
as if racing away from night.
sleepless nights that hide my thoughts
behind covers that cannot warm me
from winter's chill, but rather force me to dream
of a summer that may never come.
read the depths of metaphor
that flow through my veins;
you are the lifeline that keeps me going.
read me like a poem
as it echoes from my heart,
the words i cannot bring myself to say to you;
i love you
i love you
i love you.
a poem I just came across in my files that I wrote in 2000
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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