I lie awake, in the embrace of moonbeam arms.

While perchance dreaming wishes, on those twinkling stars.

My silly brains decorates short circuitry, while in its grandiose thoughts of you.

Confused on this lost overgrown path, not knowing what else on this journey to do.

Saying mantras and prayers, for what?  ‘I am unsure of.’

That I will find happy strength while alone, but continue haplessly in love?

Who knew it would be so difficult to keep ones self, narrow in line and straight?

With nothing else to do for my heart, but write of you and wait.






  1. Ms Cheryl Diane Parkinson · June 4, 2016

    Reminds me of a ‘love’ that I am waiting for… beautiful poem. 🙂 thank you for sharing…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. aritah · June 6, 2016

    Love it..

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ajaykohli · June 6, 2016

    Wait kills

    Liked by 1 person

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