Another old one transposed from My Secret Place. 1-9-06. Written with a certain person from England on my mind.
Figment
by: R.A. Slater
Like a phantom you walk the corridors of my heart and mind
Your kisses steal my breath
Your touch brings a trembling
My heart longs for your presence
My ears long for the brush of your lips whispering your love
My skin longs for the caress of your hands
As a flower longs for the summer rain to wash over it
Yet when I open my eyes, you are no longer there
And I wonder if you are real, or a figment of my imagination
About Me
- Ciera
- I am a writer. I have a fire shut up in my bones, and so I must write....the people, the places, the events that play across the screen in my mind...because they are too much to keep to myself...the poems that are spoken in my heart...cannot be silent. I am a woman still in the makings...who still struggles as she reaches for the higher calling of Christlikeness. Who for some reasons feels the need to share her stories, her poems, her struggles, for all the world to see.
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2 comments:
It sounds as lovely as ever, Ciera!
I knew you'd like it!!! :) :) :)
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