In pain
my heart
beats for
you in
fear that
time and
distance
might dim
the spark
that never
had a
chance to burst
to flame.
To wish
that destiny
might grant
another
moment
filled in
shadowed
sunlit
light;
perchance
the spark
might flower
and bloom
with all
the yearning
wish of years
in slumber kept
across the ocean
of our dreams.
And doubt
this weary
heart
o’ercome
in tear stained
nights
of what-ifs
that murder
love - and hope
that is hard to
quell amid
the chaos of
the indifferent
sobbing stars.
© Eleanor Clark
23 August 2013
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