I wait with bated breath A sigh upon the whispering breeze Lifting a tiny seed of hope. You are cradled inside me Nestled between my heart and desire. A longing to feel, to breathe, to taste, to smell... Your heartbeat thudding in my breast. A mirage of vaporing tendrils Wavering in the muted distance Misty smoke visions unyet seen. I bear the weight of your siren call Beckoning with your imagined baby blues. A ghost of things to be My unborn dream.
I had that same dream.. until one day after 15 years it became a reality.. Just one but one is more I ever thought I'd know.. You captured the feelings and emotions that go along with the ghost of things to be ...perfectly..xo
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I'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..