He stared above him,
Into the inky blackness
That held the aloneness of the howling desert
And the ache of his heart
He waited for a glimpse of her
His heart beat like the horse
Galloping away from a panther
Who was preparing to spring
He waited in the desperate hope
He would no longer be alone
That she would join him
Out in the darkest dark
As dark drew on,
His heart grew faint
With dry mouth and quaking voice,
He softly called her name
She glided from the shadows
Where she had been,
Waiting and watching
For someone to call out
His throat constricted
How could he claim her?
She, the fairest. He, nothing.
He looking longingly, but . . .
She saw his hesitation
And with trembling hand
Reached out to stay him
And . . . she said his name
They stared at one another,
Not daring to believe . . .
He took her hand
And pressed it to his lips
Who was he that she should notice?
Who was she that he should pursue?
Yet, though trembling – in mighty fear
The two overcame their mutual cowardice
He said her name
She blushed rose pink
He smiled and . . .
So did she
3 comments:
Holy cow
Who are you and what have u done with Sarah?!
Beautifully written Sarah
Don't know what to say other than wow. Your poem is extremely well-written and has layered content. Very nice and beautiful.
Thank you very much. *blush*
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