The End

Tell me of a tomorrow, where the morning sunshine

Reintroduces me to our first touch,

That lives some where, between imagination and hope...

Tell me of an instant, a moment, a time that promises to be yours and mine,

Without the stipulations that restrict the flowing of hearts and souls...

Bottled up expectations thrown out to sea, now found in your eyes.

I hide behind never, wanting to peek out and find you there.

Knowing Shouldn't, like my first cousin...

Hinting at reality and truth-- Your touch can never meet mine.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

O this feels sad. The title is sad. And the image of a lover hiding behind 'never' is poignant indeed, beautifully so. '...between imagination and hope...' is also a sweet spot. The poem is gentle and moving, with no jagged edges. I like verbs and 'Tell..' starts things off actively. Also I think this one would read beautifully. Ach, reality and truth!

[Imperfection]

This flows really well.

I read it to myself a couple of times and yes, it has made me very sad.

I like it.
Great write.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

yes yes yes really great piece. profound and insightful and flows great and .. hints at things so much deeper... its metaphorical and lyrical and just so well done

'where the morning sunshine
Reintroduces me to our first touch,;
yeah right away i knew i would love this piece :)
great job

[Mr. Deft Diction]

It sounds so real. Just the whole flow of this sounds personal.

Nice, sad write.