Seperate HeartsA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
My fated fable heart breathes icy mist Watching over my sleeping eyes
Will it bring them sensory memory Of your hands on my face? Stroking away the timid fears I hold While the strength of God keeps Trying to make me falter before your feet.
The nightingale songs of our separate hearts Are louder than the thunder boom that would be If we were at last meant to hold each other until sleep.
But today there is silence © 2012 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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3 Reviews Added on September 17, 2012 Last Updated on December 9, 2012 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |