Beneath a gray mattered skyline
When there are no givers taken
Like a shadow that peregrinates
Alongside unanswered heartbeats
He left a single set of footprints
Amongst threaded mud and snow
Squeaking of near frozen steel hinges
Echo out his obvious arriving presence
In an antique fading mirror, I see him
A heart shepherd with one mission
Maybe winds of change blew elsewhere
He stares nonchalantly out a window
A hefty pack clops on stained planks
Half filled with intangible mementos
A heavy mist plodders its way through
Surrounding sleeping mountain chasms
His hefty pack flops on stain planks
Half filled with intangible mementos
Her fingertips tease with his damp hair
Natural notions from cognitive wishes
To relive time with someone again
And purge the lonely cloak he wears
Chills wandered about my bones
As a lone fire snaps prismatic warmth
He hears the slowing of his own breath
Within his deafening environment
His lips eagerly grow drier by moments
Thirsting to be colorfully quenched
The nighest thing to cathartic music
Be that of the creaking wood cabin
Old cold timbers pressuring its nails
Prelude to slow acclimating comfort
Scented candle wisps mask staleness
Hidden in the visible dusty blanket
Moving daylight gives way to night
Not that he’d notice much difference
Tawny colored bottle offers itself
As a placebo for all that ails you
Undauntedly it continues to age
Staring into his hands empty palm
Closing his eyes to feel her clasp
Oh, time is cruel in loves absence
But circumspectly never as cruel as
Seemingly absent when…love is present
Poet of the Light © 2020
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Very intense. Hunger desire. Came to mind. Beautifully written.
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Thank you as always. Glad it comes across as beautiful.
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You’re welcome, as always. And yes it does.
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All feedback is always welcome and truly appreciated.
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