My restless heart doth wake me from my sleep, Wherefore art my love, on this frigid night? My dreams disturbed, I rise, my eyes do weep, Why is my soul yearning for yours tonight?
The midnight moon shines bright against the snow, I look out my window and will you here, But you are far away my love, I know, Tomorrow I will go and bring you near.
I peer out my window at morning’s light, On earth’s blanket a graceful form lies stilled, Faster than feet, my heart races in fright, Her limp blue hand lies in mine unfulfilled.
O white tomb, why have you taken my love?
On her lash winter’s kiss rests from above.
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Gigi Gibson
Gigi Gibson is a writer and poet. She loves little rescue dogs, interior decorating, and chocolate. “To evoke an emotional response in my readers… that would be the most satisfying thing that I could accomplish with my writing.”
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