Slipping through my fingers

The cloudless sky is dark with rain-
I cannot see the stars.

My thoughts of you, July noon clear:
laugh, curve of cheek,
the musky scent of your hollows.

Even when I close my eyes,
I can’t conjure up your smile.

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sustainabilitea
    Oct 11, 2013 @ 12:22:20

    So sad.

    janet

    Reply

  2. Heartafire
    Oct 11, 2013 @ 14:52:00

    beautiful melancholy.

    Reply

  3. Kev
    Oct 11, 2013 @ 18:22:08

    “Slipping through my fingers…” ABBA 🙂

    Reply

  4. warmginger
    Oct 13, 2013 @ 03:39:30

    Hey, I like ABBA! 😉
    Your poem made me sad Whimsy, in a lovely way. x

    Reply

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