The Cost Of Longing
Settling dusk of your skin
Beset eyes smiling, twinklin’
Evening colours on those lips
Your mop of sun kissed hay
Apparitions onward tease me
Like a mirage on a hot noon
Down the beds of rivers
Chasing your scent of May
Their banks offer a respite
In shades of wooded green
Silence here cuts through
And o'sudden floods my cay
I stare beyond, haunted still
The old longing for your hand
Stays, swells - a freedom lost -
Strikes to break my day
If such I play all tomorrow
Maddening it may well be
Yet, then when I’ll have you
I believe, discontent I shall lay
-x-x-x-
© Parched For Rain
Settling dusk of your skin
Beset eyes smiling, twinklin’
Evening colours on those lips
Your mop of sun kissed hay
Apparitions onward tease me
Like a mirage on a hot noon
Down the beds of rivers
Chasing your scent of May
Their banks offer a respite
In shades of wooded green
Silence here cuts through
And o'sudden floods my cay
I stare beyond, haunted still
The old longing for your hand
Stays, swells - a freedom lost -
Strikes to break my day
If such I play all tomorrow
Maddening it may well be
Yet, then when I’ll have you
I believe, discontent I shall lay
-x-x-x-
© Parched For Rain
Beautiful!
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