Searching

This is a poem about someone i lost...someone i can never have again

 

Searching

 

 

The moon is full a round and silver entity encompassing the darkest sky

I look for you in mists and fogs of cool sweet nights

But you are not to be found...

And still I search...

 

I search through forests and woods of vast confusion and tread through gnarled weeds of  despair

Knowing I may truly find you again

 

Wondering if I ever really had you to begin with...

 

In the silver orb above, my green eyes I see you there smiling down at me...

 

And I am warm...

 

I am at peace

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Emanon, your writing reminds me of Wuthering Heights, the mist, the search, ---mishel

[Zarathustra]

loved it.
not just good, amazing