Sifted

 Thought I heard you next to me talking  
 But it was just foolish thunder rumbling  
 Cruelly waking me from a beautiful dream  
 Where you and I painted secrets of love  
 In a universe of of whispers and touch
 I sat there alone- in floods of lightning  
 And felt my hope brake and slowly fleet  
 Into the shadows of what will never be  
 As drops slipped down my window panes  
 My soul overflowed from… dark realities
 
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020    
 
 

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