The Shrouded Dream

A strange wind blows softly

Through my soul

It stirs a longing

I cannot control.

Yet it is shrouded

In a cloak of pain.

My tears fall quietly

Like a gentle rain.

There’s a loneliness embedded

There within my heart,

Encased with memories

That will not part.

 

Your scent envelops me

Like some wonderful sin.

I feel the touch of your hands

Warm on my skin.

But you are not here.

The shroud holds true.

I open my eyes and realize…

I need you.

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

the second verse especially is powerful but the whole piece is well done. I love the ryhme. Subtle yet beautifully penned.