is the only way I have to measure time.
― Jorge Luis Borges
In the loneliness
Of the winter silence,
When ice ticks
Against the window pane,
And snow patterns itself
In darkness.
When the moon
Falls behind
The turning night,
I miss you,
In the quietness
Of my parent's creaking house.
I see your face
In the potted geraniums;
My arms ache for you
As only arms remember;
You fit comfortably
Under my shoulder
Like my guitar.
What a beautiful poem! These verses are the declaration of a genuine love that yearns for the loved one, there is a certain melancholy in the lyrical speaker because he does not have love at his side and misses it too much. I really liked reading it, @johnjgeddes.
Thank you - yes, there is a sadness there, but it's a beautiful sadness :)
The sadness in the poem provides a communicative basis for expressing life objectives through our experiences. For me wonderful wordings are proof of the poetic creative thoughtfulness.
So nice,,
It describes perfectly the feelings. Beautiful talent you have.
It is very evocative. It makes the reader remember what that feeling is like