fur elise

on occasion, those who have touched our hearts leave tender marks behind...

 

Tonight I walk

And think of you;

Crisp chant of frosted grass

Beneath my feet

And iced moon above

Lighting my path.

 

My breath plumes forth

And on I stroll,

Late night, no destination

Only silent moonlight

Raining down upon

My sighs

This clear and crystal

Winter’s night.

 

We stood on softer ground, then,

A summer hillside twilight

no words, no thoughts,

no place to be except

with you, and you with me

 

Standing heart to heart,

My arms around your shoulders,

Enfolding you into the

 nest of my love

Your head against my breast,

Your breath like sleep

Against my neck,

Eyes closed and

Joy beyond

expression.

 

Sometimes I miss you more

And sometimes the emptiness

Is tangible;

especially on these nights of winter

beneath a quiet moon.

 yet knowing of

your .happiness

fulfillment and content,

my weary eyes still close with love

My lips still form a smile.

 

 

Reviews

[ExuberantWriter]

Julian,
This is breathtaking in its scope and beauty. Such a gentle tone of wistful sighs and longing and still, in the darkness, a smile. I know the feeling; I recently heard from a lost love, and was overjoyed to hear of his blessings and to reminisce on old times.

[J.P. Bristow]

incredible...the last line breathtaking---the work like music from another room......

[ljc]

An incredibly beautiful poem. Powerful , evoked a number of emotions. A stunning piece of work.

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I am so pleased that I missed this for it is filled with gentle tugging, pulling emotion. A longing that only the stars can fill. I understand this. It is beautiful Julian.

[WritefromtheHeart]

Oh Julian...this has such yearning in it, such quiet yearning. Each stanza paints a picture so clear in my heart and the longing is palpable. You write with a pen filled with love...

[Doug]

very nice imagery and expression of emotions. wonderful poem all around. thank you.

[elizabeth e.]

Long ago and far away in another lifetime a young girl from Boston fell in love with an Inuit and yet she knew the Inuit would be lost if he should follow her and she would be discontent in years to come if she stayed in the cold north and so she flew away. Each found another but through the years they kept in touch and shared the thrill of hearing about each other's lives and the children that had come. And each felt the sadness of the other when they lost a child.

Funny how your poem brought back sweet memories from long ago, Julian...the chords were right.

[Blackbirdsong]

Julian this is wonderful. I'm almost speechless because I've been so deeply moved by what you've written. But I'm a writer so rarely am I without words...

I can feel the love you describe for this person in every line of this poem. It's impossible not to. You have really poured your heart into this write and while I feel the sadness, I'm also left with joy. There is something beyond wonderful about a relationship like this. Even if it doesn't work out, it was a blessing. To be graced with that kind of love is a gift. Many never find it and that's what is the real tragedy.

See I told you my being speechless wouldn't last for long :)

[Magi]

Superb, Julian, superb! It is the very best - by a long way - love poem I have read in many long years.

Oh, how you are sorely missed on Gather .... poets of your quality are so very, very rare.

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This is a truly beautiful piece of poetry. It has really touched my heart. Best wishes, Bethlynne.