Slow loves call in the night,
for in dreams I see him,
when first he entered my room,
a lover's soft embrace,
but then when dreams broke,
I wake with a sad feeling,
needing that warmth
of his gentle touch,
I yearn for slumber,
reality drags me down,
but never did I see you again,
my handsome stranger of the night.
Comments
Highhat | February 28, 2011 - 15:27
a melancholy poem Jenny- you may want to change "broken" for broke- a fine atmospheric piece.
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | February 28, 2011 - 16:06
Hi Pia,
yes I agree with you about that word broken, so I
have changed it, thankyou for your help and reading.
Jenny.
shoe | February 28, 2011 - 19:25
ooh what dreams! I especially like the first stanza.
skinner_jennifer | February 28, 2011 - 20:10
Hi shoe,
yes I agree with you, that is my favourite aswell,
glad you enjoyed.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Jenny.
insertponceyfre... | February 28, 2011 - 20:31
hello Jenny - I agree with Shoe - the first stanza is really good. One typo - line 5 "a lovers embrace" - should be lover's
skinner_jennifer | February 28, 2011 - 20:38
Hi Insert,
thanks for reading, and for letting me know about
the mistake, just on my way to put it right.
Cheers again.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | March 1, 2011 - 16:07
Very much enjoyed Jenny - you really pull your readers in with your first stanzas. :-)
skinner_jennifer | March 1, 2011 - 16:25
Hi fatboy,
thankyou for your kind comment, it's always
appreciated.
Jenny.