This Lonely Night by Ing Twi Demalah

here i rest, hands folded,
eyes half open in the dim light.
looking off in the distance,
searching for her.
yet she never comes

ears attuned to the slightest sound,
i hear my breath,
the faint beating of my heart.
i strain to hear her voice,
listening anxiously for her.
yet she never speaks

the smell of trees blown by the wind
drifting lightly past,
beneath the endlessly shining stars,
set in a black velvet sky
i tilt back my head to catch her fragrance.
yet she never passes by

sudden saddness grips me
as i clench my jacket tight
and tears that come from,
who knows where, fall softly from my eyes
she is not to be found,
hidden from my sight
on this cold, this lonely night.

Being in love, when your love is not near, is most lonely.

Terrie* (65.148.204.125) -- Wednesday, April 13 2005, 02:33 am

Greetings Ing...........................
know what cha' mean....i can sooooooooooooo pick up on the behaviour of what you express...imagine what love puts us through...all worth every emotional flavor...before the sweet encounter..your words have great meanin' to me...
thanx for sharin' your heart........Terrie*

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