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Friday, August 28, 2009

Missing You

Missing You

A single flame flickers through glass
Splintering into beams of light
While raking through the lashes
On my sleepy lids

A last breath douses the prism
Whispering your name as it leaves my lips
Before I drift into lucid dreams.

2 comments:

jan geronimo said...

I love the last three lines, "A last breath douses the prism
Whispering your name as it leaves my lips
Before I drift into lucid dreams. "

Is it a case when dreams become a safe haven from our conscious longing? A much needed reprieve? I'm not sure, but your poem elicits this question in my mind.

Splendid poem.

Nancy said...

Yes, dreams can sometimes be more full of life...

Thank you for your comment.