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.

[Ryan Jaimz Knight]

I love the atmosphere of this piece, and the way the setting ties into the emotions of the speaker. This is a great poem, very clean, very detailed, and as percise as the crytals of ice that are the hallmark of a cold winter's night. I honestly think you should consider publishing this.
BJH

[Chris T.]

absolutely great imagery. "Crisp chants of frosted grass" is a brilliant line.