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Written by Anna DeVine   
Sunday, 13 April 2008
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Devoted Remnants 





Below in my lonely pond
I shiver with every passing
Wave of warmth that our
Unforgettable passion has
Devoted to the beautiful memory
When one heart and one soul
Moved in synchronicity

I'm trapped, overwhelmed
Drowning beneath the weight
Of you getting over me without
A comforting lie to offer as a
Hand up to a shattered tear 

That has nowhere else to fall 

But further down

As I continue sinking
Into the depths
Of my haunted waters -
The coldness, the emptiness
The darkness and death - 

Becomes home to a 
Soul now broken 

And a heart 
Gone to waste

I whisper for you
Every moment that
I am lying there hidden
Floating in the tired waters
For what seems like forever 

Yet all the while 
I'm waiting for 
Nobody really 
To call me out of my
Silent song of coldness

For I am dead inside
And my own Love song

Is an empty silence

That is until I hear our Love
Weeping softly for persistence
To burn bold and vibrant
As a dreamy moment
Strong enough to swim
Gracefully through
Sorrow's blackened silk

I gaze up at the glittering night sky
And smile as I catch sight of you
Standing out on your balcony
Staring down at my pond

Your eyes see me and falter
But for some reason they refuse
To shut me out this time

As I hold my breath
Trying not to cry, 
I realize that my
Pretentious pride 
Is slowly, but surely
Starting to slip away
 From my false grip
Seemingly in accordance
 With my unstable waters
Becoming strangely still
And magnificently
clear
 
Reflecting far more than just 
A whispered night breathing
 Our mutual admirations
Beneath the Mariner's sky

And I become just as calm

I feel the smile on your lips
When you softly say my name
And have no choice but to smile
In kind as I hear your voice
Speaking to my heart

Though not through
Love's discarded dream

But from your essence that
I hold as the better part of me

Even after you kiss me
I cannot bear to open my eyes
Before fading out with
Reality's disenchanting tide

When your hand takes mine
To gently pull me up,
I nearly cry at the moment
It fails, as do you

To disappear again 

And my tears finally
Do break at last
What sorrow could not
When I feel your incredible
Warmth telling me while
Standing next to me
At that precise moment
Holding my hand

That you are
Exactly where
You want to be





Copyright 2008 Anna DeVine
Keyword: Residual
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Posted by Terry Collett
2008-06-02 13:11:36
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Well written poem Sis, art I'd say it is.
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