Of my restless dreams
my heart beats for thee at
the break of each
mornings dawn
An open window captures
a glimpse of your beauty
that whispers back to me
like the melting dew
slipping off the green leaf
of summers end
I watch you standing hidden
in the shadows with your back
to me knowing I am lost in
the sounds of silence of your
breathless beauty
In this silence you call to
me like whispers in the wind
and I come to your side for
both of us lonely our searching
has come to an end as we slip into
each others arms knowing
we’ve got tonight
We blow out the candle closing the
sash not letting a world in to ours
to disturb the echo of silence
to this our perfect pleasure
so given to us to share and not
be stolen by stealer’s
of hearts
We know we belong together
“tis” written in the stars
lonely and longing who
needs tomorrow when
we have the nights silence
Welcomed with a kiss
sweetly embraced with
chills to our naked bodies
entwined beneath
each others breast
We’ve got tonight
both of us lonely
© Copyright 2011 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
This is absolutely BEAUTIFUL, revealing a kind of love not as well-known as others. And you’ve nailled it down with ‘Welcomed with a kiss sweetly embraced …’ And I think ‘sweetly’ finaly devine it. This is a tender love – like taking care of each other’s very sensitive wounds – cleaning them, putting on fresh healing balsem and bandages…….. This is what I’ve read – how I interpret this poem of yours, Vincent, and I am so in awe……. I am in awe of the amount of tenderness, or rather your ability to be tender….. I can see many other abilities or shoud I say tendencies, you have, but this is outstanding – and also because you don’t lose any masculinity…. I wonder if you know this you I am describing to you, Vincent? So many people never allow themself to practice their extra-ordinary tendencies…… In fact they deny it and spend their entire life trying to be like somebody else.
This is a beautiful poem! One I will print for my special album of extra-ordinary poems. Bravo!
Martie this is timely as I answered your comment to this piece I shared in Facebook. To answer your question about my ability to be tender. I have shown my deepest love and admiration and tenderness for the woman I have had the opportunity to share love with. I am a romantic by birth, I have loved ever so deeply, cried in a womens arms and laughed as much. I can be tough, manly and protective to death. Yet my inner me is sensitive and allows me to cry when brought to that point. I am moved by sad events, hurting children, heart breaking movies, the abuse of woman and so much more. I know I am now past the time of trying to love deeply again. I have loved and I am thankful for being blessed with the ability to love in return. But since my last divorce in 1998 my heart has hardened. No woman I’ve met has been able to soften it to where it once was. Do I yearn to Love and be Loved? of course. However I don’t think it is meant to be. My time is running out, I ma entering my senior years and I will simply remain a friend to many and a poet who scribes from his soul and past. Hugs
My dear Vincent,
So much having been said by the Saddle inside of you. Romance is a subtle game to reach the other half of us. Certainly love and passion trascend all imagination and comprehension. Thanks for the invitation to read this inspiration.
Joseph
Oh my dear Joseph, your understanding and comprehension of Vincent is almost mystic to me. It seems like you are a brother I never had. Someone who understands my life and where I came from and where I possibly am at present. I am happy that this piece of romance interested you. I know and sense that you are a true romantic like myself. Although I also feel you have very deep love in your life and I am so happy for you. Myself, I am lost in myself and not able to share my deepest most feelings with anyone. As I said to Martie above. I scribe from my soul and my past, this I share with the world who wants to read of it. I hide nothing, I bare all. For there are those out there who read me and tell me that I move them in some way or other. For that I am happy and will go to my grave in peace, knowing in some very small way my words did not go unread. Peace and blessings to you Lord.