Weightless movements
while holding hands
in the midst of levitated
yellow, red and orange leaves.
My very own candle
dancing with me
beneath the eternal sunset,
holding onto my chest
for warmth,
soothing my soul
with her lips.
But come winter
and the leaves
had to crumble,
I allowed my candle
to vanish;
I always held the flame
but not the heart.
Now I lie here,
a shredded sadness
in my soul,
eternal autumn
in my heart.
I like ‘soothing my soul with her lips.’ Nice.
Thank you!
Amazing and beautiful. I always love reading your poems. 🙂
I’m so happy that you do! 🙂
this was so enchanting…it swayed in a soft sadness…lovely
thank you dear Lady 🙂
“I always held the flame, but not the heart…” Nice!
Thank you 🙂
visually appealing to the sense…I reposted it on my FB page!
Thank you, I feel honoured!