Reflections

From: The Antique Anthology
Inspired by: Reflections on the extinct
Writing credit: The Nightingale

The things that I have done
in my loneliness…
…singing,
poeming,
suffering,
snap-seeing,
dreaming,
waiting,
touching…
…wherever you touched…
are significant and sad
because;
you are all that I have
and have ever had.

It is difficult to comprehend
that one cannot spend
the nights
dreaming of dreams coming true.

So again,
I sigh in reflection
of nights
when dreams used to smile
caring to come true…
and when
there was love, only love
and all that I had was you,
only you.

© The Nightingale