Daily poem: The Haunting

The haunting of reminiscence

I wait for the day

when the morning sky shines

down hope, like glittering gold.

When the dusk murmurs lullaby's

of love, rather than of grief.  

Just as I long for the moment, 

when the warmth of your hands

no longer haunt the empty space

between mine. 

Author's Note

My daily poems are not written for extravagance or mind blowing creativity, but rather the simple bleeding of an average heart.

Reviews

[Madison.]

This is simple, and I think that the simplicity gives it a sort of power.