Waiting
by poemsgalore
Posted: Saturday, August 2, 2003 Word Count: 111 Summary: What happens in your mind just before sleep? |
Waiting
In night's dark cloak he comes to me,
he whispers how it ought to be.
I hear his step outside my door
and I am seventeen once more.
Through dreaming hours we blend like mist;
my brow, my eyes, my mouth he's kissed.
Our souls are one, we cannot part
for long ago he stole my heart.
But as the dawn breaks he is gone,
vanished where the sun has shone
and I awake to live my life
as someone's mother, someone's wife.
Every day I grow more weary,
wasted hours - so long, so dreary.
The love I never had must hide
'til darkness brings him to my side.
In night's dark cloak he comes to me,
he whispers how it ought to be.
I hear his step outside my door
and I am seventeen once more.
Through dreaming hours we blend like mist;
my brow, my eyes, my mouth he's kissed.
Our souls are one, we cannot part
for long ago he stole my heart.
But as the dawn breaks he is gone,
vanished where the sun has shone
and I awake to live my life
as someone's mother, someone's wife.
Every day I grow more weary,
wasted hours - so long, so dreary.
The love I never had must hide
'til darkness brings him to my side.