Sentimental sky
a lonely blue
In my mind
Who — I ask — are you?
A figure,
drifting, curling, forming
wisps of stratus
above me
.
A sapling
supple love
shallow roots
and bending
in the wind
behind me
in my wake —
and in my sleep
in my memories
uprooted, exposed
on the bank by the river surge
.
— powerful fate
.
Pulled me down
water, supreme
into the valley
hidden and deep
new buds
shy and pink
raise their bloom towards the brink
— of morning light
a tease of warmth
to hold me
here, in possibility
musk perfume and promises
sincere, but made too soon
.
Bring me,
current swift
to waters where I may drift
in reeds and pools
of calm and cool
look at my reflection, anew
wash the scent of sweet perfume
know me clean
know me true
.
The beauty
of love
tended or wild
grows few
— makes for a spectacular view
for tourists and travellers
searching, lost
picking petals
love me nots
.
Gaze deep into the pool
my face in ripples
fanning out
from within
free, flowing
water, not skin
.
My love blooms
I can see
me
serene
golden light
energy
growing
changing
Now, who are you?
accept and love
and promises true
of a more than spectacular view
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One of four seasonal love poems:
About the Creator
Abbey Hunt
An aspiring author writing short stories/series in fantasy, speculative, romance, adventure, or slice of life, and the odd philosophical take on movies or TV series. Love to share the joy and light of creative expression.


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