Dream In C #

Bittersweet is the taste

 

It lingers on my tongue

Long after passion has fled.

 

I remember the desert;

Sweet water that slaked out thirst,

 

Then the desert, once again.

 

Love - the sun that fused our souls

Moon, the cool voice of distance,

 

Our seperatness.

 

I close my eyes and see

Your tender lips, whispering

 

Words I cannot hear.

 

 

Copyright 2008 M. Nadine Clayton

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Sweet and beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Debileah