Shadow.
Last night, and late, between his lips and mine fell
the shadow of you and our love.
Betwixt the kisses and glasses of wine I felt the old
longing, yet wnen guilt at such hidden desires began
loneliness filled me with dread.
We had made a pledge to do the right thing and to
stay quite apart but you were still near.
For it was not into my ear you whispered but into
my heart, it was not my lips you kissed but my soul,
since then my whole life has been hanging on hold.
I try to forget you but ever a something is missing,
the thrill which only your love could give and I am
so afraid now that I cannot win.
We had tested a clandestine love and found it was
improperI thought it had died, was cast off with the
first riot of bluebells last Spring,
But unfulfilled feelings starting to work are rashly
breeding and worse, - taking wing.
Maybe the last line should read 'and best, taking wing. Now you have me in suspenders (oops! suspense). Such a heartfelt and honest poem and the red wine picture sets the scene so brilliantly!
I agree with Carol ..Let it fly....nothing in nature is meant to be held captive not even love or memories good or bad....it's hard to release and come to a new experience without fears...you captured it well
taking wing - let it fly fay
A slice of your soul in print...
a heartfelt and beautiful and significant wording indeed!
the hint is unmistakeable, or is it the inclination?
Thanks Lord that I am on line to catch this heavenly flight on time...Melancholy can be so beautiful sometimes and this work is an instant proof.Love it so much Fay.xxxxx :-)
Oh, Fay, this touches the heart - poignant, wistful and heartrendingly beautiful. :)
this melody in words, sings of the longing for lost things. That desire that rises unexpectedly for the past. It's brilliant Fay! I love it - every soft sad word! :) kath xxxxx
breathtaking Fay... i adored the first stanza