a hundred romantic verses,,,

I sleep, clinging to the pillow

your head had rested on, once.

I cannot kiss its lips, nor can I depend

on its arms to hold me, or its hands

to caress my face; but the memories of you

dance across its body like a montage of scenes.

I watch the night sky glitter with a million stars.

I know you see it too.

The moon whispers my name;

it calls for me to give in,

to surrender my heart to love

without reservation, expectation or doubt.

It summons me to feel the freedom

of living without fear. I try but it isn’t easy.

I watch the light seep into my room –

the crickets must have seen it too –;

I take a breath, abandon my mind

to follow nature’s calling, your calling.

Distance can be so cruel,

and yet it can ignite a fire inside you,

rouse an insatiable longing and desire

to fuel a hundred romantic verses.

This is number one and I wrote it for you…

©  2012 Helena Malheur

S.B.