Weeping Woman

By darkendomme

Life woke and life slept.

​One morn when life wasn't looking

​I opened my windows

and instead of the wind,

​a poet I knew not... had crept.

​He colored me in poems

A promise he'd spoken

was a promise he kept.

He held me with such passion 

​He noted every want

He cradled my darkness 

where from the cliffs... I would have lept.

​He said we were aligned by fate 

always belonging to the other.

Then Life awoke and in reality's very moment.... I wept.



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Copyright 2019 darkendomme
Published on Friday, August 16, 2019.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

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  • dwells On Friday, August 16, 2019, dwells (4291)By person wrote:

    A recollection or just a dream; both can bring tears of sweet joy, or the sorrow of loss. You have done a wonderful balancing act here my friend DD; much as we do in our daily lives each day - Cheers! - Dan

  • darkendomme On Friday, August 16, 2019, darkendomme (125)By person wrote:

    Thx Dan! Missed your encouragements most of all😊... It's quite the personal piece tattled here. DP is Where I need not fear the crucificattion of my words. Good to be back Aloha🌺

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