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Kisses on the Wind
Sweet honey wind, Love's empty cry.
Kisses fly away with it. Wanting to die.
Angels sing praises to an empty god.
Confused, all alone. Feelings are so odd.
Lullabyes trying to sing me to dream.
Things will never be the same, though wishing it would seem.
Kisses fly upon the wind, floating closer to me.
Voices whisper endlessly. Why won't they let me be?
Players play upon a stage not knowing what they say.
Love that's true will never die, but kisses fly away.
Longing for the happiness that once we all had known.
I sleep, and yet I never rest. Love has all but grown.
Sweet honey wind, kisses on the tips.
Closer we come within our hearts until locked are our lips.
The wind has died to a warm gentle breeze.
Kisses are now ours to seize.
Out of the shadows, into the light. A sparkling in your eyes.
Holding each other, knowing love is real. For a kiss can tell no lies.
Kisses fly away with it. Wanting to die.
Angels sing praises to an empty god.
Confused, all alone. Feelings are so odd.
Lullabyes trying to sing me to dream.
Things will never be the same, though wishing it would seem.
Kisses fly upon the wind, floating closer to me.
Voices whisper endlessly. Why won't they let me be?
Players play upon a stage not knowing what they say.
Love that's true will never die, but kisses fly away.
Longing for the happiness that once we all had known.
I sleep, and yet I never rest. Love has all but grown.
Sweet honey wind, kisses on the tips.
Closer we come within our hearts until locked are our lips.
The wind has died to a warm gentle breeze.
Kisses are now ours to seize.
Out of the shadows, into the light. A sparkling in your eyes.
Holding each other, knowing love is real. For a kiss can tell no lies.
Published 2nd May 2011
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15th May 2012 4:48am
You have a lyrical gift and this is a wonderful poem. At least I can identify with it, if that matters. The only thing I would disagree with is the last line. Kisses can "lie." You say as much in the second line. Was this meant to be a contradiction? Is it? Perhaps I'm reading too much of my experience into your poem. All that being said, I liked the poem, especially its softness, very much.
Marcella1
Marcella1
15th May 2012 5:23am
Thank you so much for the kind compliment.
The second line? Being "kisses fly away..."? Literally it refers to a long distance relationship. The kisses being taken away, not being untrue.
I appreciate that this can mean something to you, even if you are reading too much of your own experience into it. Of course now I know that a kiss can lie, but at 16 I had more unrealistic ideas.
Thank you for reading.
The second line? Being "kisses fly away..."? Literally it refers to a long distance relationship. The kisses being taken away, not being untrue.
I appreciate that this can mean something to you, even if you are reading too much of your own experience into it. Of course now I know that a kiss can lie, but at 16 I had more unrealistic ideas.
Thank you for reading.
9th Jul 2012 8:47pm
A song the wind gleefully carries. I enjoy playing in the immense honeysuckle that grows near my home. A taste of honey each bloom offers with a smile.
A nice dance of youthful symmetry in this.
A nice dance of youthful symmetry in this.
