Graveyard Angel

I always wake to find you there:

a wisp of memory,

soft as a palm pressed to my cheek.

Your eyes - two celestial reflections

polished in glistening moonlight -

hold me in their solemn gaze.

As our breaths mix and mingle,

weaving a delicate lace

in the crisp night air.

The white, drifting snow settles

undisturbed on your furrowed brow -

fingers failing to smooth those chiseled lines.

And your rich, dark hair - flecked with white -

lies neatly against your face

as the mulish wind continues to blow.

You never speak my name,

though you still comfort me.

Like my own graveyard angel.

Reviews

[Iam-me]

Imagery that i breathtaking and beautiful expressed and felt within my heart and soul. Speaks volumes.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you felt and enjoyed this 🙂

[Dark2Light]

A beautifully painted dreamscape. It had a haubtingly deep romantic vibe.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you! 🙂.

[Elizabeth]

The imagery in this poem is stellar and the poem itself is so beautiful and has an intoxicating feel to it. Absolutely loved it!

[Gaia Octavia]

Wow, thank you! 😊

[Elizabeth]

You're welcome :)

[Ardra]

Like my own graveyard angel... beautiful....
Some people just by existing provide us a comfort.... even without knowing ...I enjoyed reading this... :)

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much!
I am so glad you enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful use of words shared my friend.
"As our breaths mix and mingle,
weaving delicate lace
in the crisp night air"
Wonderful use of words above. I loved the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you so much! 🙂

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[John the Baptist]

Gone but definitely not forgotten. Very moving piece. The economy of words makes the images all the more powerful. Well done.

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you very much 🙂