Saturday, February 5, 2011

Gone

As night calls me to slumber
And the day has set me free
Your memory is all I ponder
Your essence is all that can be

Briefly scented memories
Of pine trees and cologne
Sun-kissed golden yesterdays
Have left me all alone

I shivered in the cold
To wait for your embrace
Hours of lonely pondering
In silk and fragile lace

Somewhere in these years
Since love welded tight it's door
You have found a devious way
To make me beg for more

My stupors of sleepy consciousness
In realm from day to night
Beseech for your encounter
I wish I had seen your plight

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