IN BUT ONE SPENT NIGHT

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JOURNAL #32

I spent the night with your words

they were my faithful lovers

in some necessitated sense

for a much beguiled time alone

I felt such security in their constant force

and consistent content

they were my life long valentine shown

and I their focal point trimmed with such passion

you can't imagine the pleasure they gave

unbeknownst to you,

they were fragments of a never ending

love letter you seem to write to me

I wonder if you are even aware that you do it

it must be subconscious on your part

as you are a pragmatical man who deals in success

in increments amid pressure and stress

I, on the other hand am pretty easy to read

simple in my forth right ways

its only the earnest nature of your heart I test

I try so very hard not to mislead

anyone astray or otherwise but most especially you

and I am hopeful yet careful in my regular content

of conversation

as I remain hesitant where you would have me

step even closer forward

my heart is a gentle creature with humble desires

and often she longs to just be near you

even our most silly conversations bring me

such benchmarks of happiness

you once said to me, your presence is enough

so I must admit that your's is too

my star is brighter when your's is nearest

is a strange phenomenon to take a moment's breath from

only God, of it, himself could be more aware

I think I have been most unpolluted in my feelings for you and quite transparently clear

I leave you to the ponder of these words

for your own personal benefit

as I go to do my new favorite career  

(that of looking at your photographs in my attempt

to imagine the real you, live and at last really here)

(written May 19, 2007 7pm)
























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