Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Constant Visions
There are times
when I imagine I
hear a knock on the door I
open it up and
there he stands.
The one who holds my heart.
Somehow
he’s reached the same decision I have
he can’t live without me he’s
flown across the miles
that separate us just to
hold me in his arms to
look me in the eyes and
tell me he loves me and
needs me and he’s here to
take me away from everything.
I gaze out my window I
know it couldn’t happen I’m
aware of our realities but
sometimes
living in a fantasy
helps me endure.
The sun sets and I’m still
staring out my window.
My heart continues to
call out to his.
My tears
advance down my cheeks.
A glistening moon
beams upon my face.
For a moment I
wonder, does he ever
dream the same thing?
That perhaps I would be
standing before him
on his own doorstep.
8 Comments on “Constant Visions”
Raw Earth Ink 
The longing in this piece can be felt, deep in the stomach. I hope he’s out there, thinking the same thing. Beautifully written, CC!
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Thanks! Oh he’s out there. Just a question of: does he feel the same way? Would he ever tell me if he did?
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You are welcome. Good luck with it!
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Love it
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Beautifully written, my dear. I can feel a mix of emotions weaved into this, some hope, some sadness, some longing, and some love. It made for a wonderful combination.
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Well thank you!
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I wish it be true
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Oh god, me too!
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