Pedestal

I’ve dreamt of you on a pedestal high, my Goddess of passion was always nearby.

 

Awakened to sadness alone I must try, to find the real you not to turn a blind eye.

 

I will shout these words from the highest plateau, just to stand beside your aureole glow.

 

I dare not whisper for my eyes speak the truth, so broken hearted in the days of my youth.

 

Are you really out there, take pause and break word, am I wasting my time bordering on the absurd?

 

I’ve dreamt of you once again last night, you faded quickly by the early light. But I’ll keep searching forever until; I put you high upon your pedestal …

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

Awww, this is very sweet.. love the last 2 lines.. thank you. shallimarRose

[Dream Weaver]

Thank you kindle S.R. I truly appreciate your time to drop
by and give it a look. :)

[Frieda P]

This is a lovely write, but...and there's a but yes, the only thing about being put on a pedestal is once you fall, it's a long way down. As women, we just want to be adored with a capital A, not seen as untouchable and out of reach. That's my story and I'm sticking to it...still love your poem. ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

Ahem! I stand to be corrected...if I didn't adore you I'd let you have it with both barrels ;-)

[Frieda P]

Bang bang, I hit the ground, my baby shot me down...see it's not a far fall even from adore. ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

Oh you!!!!! ;)

[Frieda P]

xD