When I sharpen my ears
by cleansing the stains of sounds,
all I can hear, is the siren's song,
of your serene voice.When darkness looms
in a sinister storm,
all I can see, is the foggy grey shade,
of your still silhouette.When brethren and kin
drift away in a haste,
all I can feel, is the quiet mercy,
of your candid company.Sometimes, I think of you,
fading away to far wilderness,
and slowly mingling,
with the melodies,
of gurgling streams
and weeping willows.
Like all poets,
you retreat to the hills,
and listen to the tunes,
of a shepherd's reed pipes.
Your face freckle,
with the frigid footsteps,
of snowflakes, waiting to fall.I wish you would come,
sit by my side,
and share the wine,
a moment to dine,
and let me in, though unbidden,
through the secret door,
of a forgotten bliss.
Sheltered from charades,
let me heal,
In the wordless charm
of your embrace.- Amanda Lopez 🥀-
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ALL THOSE I FELT & TOUCHED ; An Anthology
PoetryThis poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱