patience

patience Im sitting here this morning, rainbows caught in my eyelashes. Dreaming, sighing in the sun. These webs of dreams will never hold the weight of reality. But they are so beautiful, thoughts hovering like spun silver, sacred melancholy lacing my veins. * That afternoon breeze strikes a chord in my heart. Grasping me. Centering me. My roots are planted for the winter. s Sunk deep. My anorexic heart dieing for sustenance. When i close my eyes, i see his profile. The shadow, outlined and glaring in the sun. Blinding me to any detail. I can feel warmth on my cheeks. * Maybe i would be able to see him, if i squint the right way... there! On the edge of the woods, masked by the branches... I cant define his features. a shadow, pacing the barrier of my circle. Waiting. Impatient. Sun setting behind him. Bright orange, firey sky drowning out his shadow. I reach out to him; through the thoughts from my heart. Yet the circle still stands. * Soon, the moon will rise. I will wait in my tall grass until then. I will stand in the sun. Soak the warmth into my bones, Thanking god. When the first stars open their eyes blessing my horizon, I will take those sacred steps; pulled along by the silver cord, that these dreams falling from my eyes have woven * At last I'll sleep in the arms of my hope, My faith, my fate. In his strong arms, i can rest, letting love cover us like a blanket.  

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Wow, this is remarkably beautiful. I love this piece sama. Congrats also, this reads more like a story rather than a poem. I know you had said you wanted to try to write a story but didn't know if you'd be good at it. Well, you're definitely good at it.

I found this one different than your others because the words and sentences are much more vivid. It stands in a scene rather than a train of thoughts like the others and tells the reader what to see, to feel, ontop of the narrator's thoughts and dreams. Great job