Breaming

Only a breathing
and dreaming day
and I'm breaming
for all I am, do
nothing else for
a moment or four
thinking of you.

Dreaming of you,
breathing you in
hard to believe,
this is'nt a sin
yet, I know sure
as rainfalls now
you are my mine.

When night bring
me a cold winter
to make mornings
frost be thicker
am wishing for I
will be breaming
you by my night.

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Comments

MistakenMagic | November 15, 2010 - 17:02

'breaming' - love your word, Kahdai! A wonderful poem you have here ;)

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | November 15, 2010 - 17:03

I was just going to say the same thing, and Magic pipped me to the post;-)

Tina xx

Kahdai | November 15, 2010 - 17:30

:) thankyou both ^^ xxx

Highhat | November 15, 2010 - 19:09

Yes it is a very good poem with a wonderful new word. Well done Kahdai
;)Pia

Larkin Williamson | November 16, 2010 - 02:36

Very well done...I too love,"Breaming." :)

shoe | November 16, 2010 - 18:44

A breathing, dreaming day - lovely, like the cold winter ending too.

Kahdai | November 16, 2010 - 20:35

Wow thankyou all! ^^ I actually found out after its to do with fishing and a hull/keel cleaning method ..' oops, glad it made sense anyway K xxx

Kahdai | November 16, 2010 - 20:38

Thanks lovely comment shoe :)