By morning

[Wayne R Baker]

By morning these lines will be
forgotten, like the bare boughs
and the flaming fire that sent
gypsy embers into the heaven
of your eyes.

The wolfing wind that raised
the eaves will have hushed into a
songbirds breath,
as sweet as the linnet's song.

But still those midnight words
remain folded.
Only written upon the cool side of
my pillow,
where strange tears dry.

[saw]

very nice..I like the whole poem, but in my mind the first stanza can stand on its own

in any case, nice work...welcome to S8

[Wayne R Baker]

I agree it could. Thanks for the read and the welcome.

[creativesoul]

[list=]nice[/list]

[Tjflowers80]

Always remembered are the words that are written in stone and here they are. Very beautiful.

[creativesoul]

Nice- be forgotten! Mmmmm

[Wayne R Baker]

Thank you all for your kind words.

[Doreen Peri]

Lovely verse. Love the imagery and phrasing. Glad you joined us here!