Sweet Embrace

SWEET EMBRACE

A symphony plays.
The pianist loves the keys he strokes
and I in turn, welcome the moment
to succumb

…to simply just
become.

Close weary eyes
against chaotic day
but thoughts still stray
and I miss, miss, miss
sharing the rain
for,
it helps to soothe the longing.

How deeply we have to hurt.

To cut and then
to bleed upon the sharpest blade
before we reach that depth of
understanding that it isn’t ever
about who did what or, why.

It’s all about forgiving.

For the gift is in the pain
that we may learn to truly love.

How can pain be blue
when
I so love the blue
for it frees the ache in me.
The sky
sea
these, are my souls sanctuary.

Softly now thoughts stray
alone, in liquid light
the music has worked its magic again
and I yield lucid thought once more
to the sweet embrace of night.

~**~

 

©Daydreamer Too        *All rights reserved

 

*Authors note:    When I write, I can go through a whole mixed bag of emotions and, whatever I write isn’t necessarily how I feel at the time I publish it here. In other words, I’m not always sad 🙂 
We creative minds usually run the gauntlet on emotions several times a day….up and down….LOL
It’s usually how and where we get all the words to pour forth.

Shared at: Poets United Poetry Pantry #53

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

8 thoughts on “Sweet Embrace”

  1. First of all, the poem is absolutely gorgeous, I love the choice of the words, I found a lots of great lines that are so beutifully expressed, an outstanding write!
    Secondly, it was so nice to see the words in the author’s note about “running the gauntlet on emotions several times a day”… I can so relate to it…(Good to know I’m not totally wacky :))
    Love/Eclipse

  2. “understanding that it isn’t ever about who did what or, why. It’s all about forgiving.

    For the gift is in the pain”

    These lines gave me goosebumps, a sign of truth spoken. What a stunning poem, from start to finish, and the beautiful image of winged heart cast it perfectly.

  3. I agree with the author’s notes 🙂
    Last stanza is so cool: “the music has worked its magic again
    and I yield lucid thought once more
    to the sweet embrace of night.” it is my night and my morning, the songs of life 🙂
    Thanks for the visit!

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