The night shimmers with promises
Flickering like a flame
Orange lit shadows
I writhe in passion...or is it pain
It seems a long time ago
The memory doesn’t faze me anymore
I look at it with virginal eyes
That night made me a woman
It scorched me with its intensity
It thawed me…
Yet I remain unfulfilled
I walk along paths that don’t lead me anywhere
Meandering stumbling
I search blindly
It comes to me
I have closed my eyes against the light which sears my very being
I will learn to open them softly gently
And walk again with peace
1 comment:
does it always leave one with that unfulfilled feeling?
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