Longings.

Longings, 

be soft 

when you come

like the touch of a golden moon

fluttering in a delicious

rain-breeze

come like the glimmer

of distant ships...dotting the horizon

with star-kisses

come like the first sip

of a mountain-scented tea

on lonely

autumn evenings 

come like a blanket

tenderly touching

my fevered brow

be beautiful 

like memories

and mist

rising off a forest river 

like poems blooming

in fields of silence

come and drench me

in a moment of

a deep breath

a deep love...

and fill my heart

the way birdsong fills

the trees at dawn. 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sanober... please return to WC... we miss you more than the Moon and the Stars... the World needs your Poetry... especially this Year 2024 and 2025.. our Dear and esteemed Poetess.... softly, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Heavy sigh! How did I miss this one? Gloriously romantic words. The similes are positively divine in this one. To be drenching in longing....to hear its melody in the trees...to feel its mist on your skin. OH MY! You touch on every sense here and do so tenderly. Wonderful work, Sanober. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Sanober... I think I shall never read a
poem as lovely and gentle as thine.
"The touch of a golden moon..."
the feeling of an autumn rain breeze...
You were born to heal and bless our
hearts in poetic reverie. truly, Pat

[Kelly Scheppers]

You were quite a sensation when you came upon The Starlite Cafe...and I am so proud and so delighted to see you here!

THIS is what poetry is all about, and no one does it better!

Much love, Sanober!

[Desert Knave]

I like the thought of the longings being soft and beautiful .... they should be. The imagery here is very pretty and especially love "...come like the glimmer of distant ships...dotting the horizon with star-kisses". A most enjoyable read. ~Jim