Tiny flowers sleep

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In the bitter sweet silence of the morning
I miss your voice the most.
Before man or beast rise to greet the day
I wander the darkness searching for your light
A glimmer of hope, shimmer of light to guide
Me back from the dark places of my waking dreams
Tis here in the wee hours I find I need you the most
As ghosts of the past, present and future haunt
My tired mind and broken body, I yearn for a gentler time
Where summer door lay open at night and strangers
We’re friends you hadn’t yet met. The smell of tiny roses
Takes me to places where tears live in a child’s heart
And a mans body makes them rain from a stone facade
For it is in the bitter sweet silence of the morning
I miss your voice the most.

Benjamin
2013

20 thoughts on “Tiny flowers sleep

  1. This is so lovely, Benjamin, really sensitive.

    (typo first “your” – 2nd line, missing “r” – thought you’d want to know).

    Beautiful 🙂

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