All intrusive thoughts
of him
come
Messages from others
mean nothing

Is he awake or sleeping?
Dating another?

Such a fine circle of hope

Till he wakes up to see
It was me, all along,
waiting....

to luv him.

The woman of his dreams
he sang about
on his guitar..
to find

Sometimes holy ones
are dense.

You tucked away your need for love in song
That's where I found you hiding all along
I recognized the place, those distant sighs...
Set out to journey there ( my own surprise)

With inkless tones, I skipped on stars, like flight
And sang your lullybye from morn till night

The ancient scrolls were pebbles getting there-
His living stones washed up on the same shore

One said, The trip was hard, He took it all away...
Till all I had were tears and time to pray

I looked around and saw the many more
Who too were washed ashore thru His fiery Door

My gaze though, kept turning back to you
I wondered if you noticed me there, too.
I thought I saw you look my way one time
It haunted me to feel something so fine.

This poem is for me! Let go or wait?

That bought tears to my eyes xx I felt only a few months back
All intrusive thoughts
of him
come
Messages from others
mean nothing

Is he awake or sleeping?
Dating another?

Such a fine circle of hope

Till he wakes up to see
It was me, all along,
waiting....

to luv him.

The woman of his dreams
he sang about
on his guitar..
to find

Sometimes holy ones
are dense.

When i read this I find that I can't seem to soak up all the imagery all at once. I need to keep re-reading to look for all the nuances.

It seems just a bit different each time I read it.

It seems to me to be very well done.

Despite years of writing I am still but the learner. :)

Thanks for sharing. At one point in time everyone has to go through such struggles and decisions that has to be made whether we like it or not. Looking forward to more of your expressive thoughts