L (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wildhope) wrote,@ 2009-09-16 06:56:00 |
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I've been having trouble writing lately, so out of the blue I decided that maybe instead of fiction, I should go back to poetry. It is, after all, how I started writing. Then I decided to look back over some of my old stuff, and wow. I wrote my last poem a week short of three years ago. That's amazing, and a little sad to me. It's something I should start doing again.
I did find one piece that stood out to me, written November 10, 2004. It both lifts me up and breaks me in two.
If you think that's about some random guy I had a crush on back then, it's not. I wrote that about my God, and I'd give anything to be in that mindset again.
I did find one piece that stood out to me, written November 10, 2004. It both lifts me up and breaks me in two.
Dusk to Dawn
My dearest love,
I think of you this glorious night.
The stars sparkle like your eyes.
Moonlight illuminates my path,
as does your radiant face.
My heart rises with the sun,
it's warmth like your gentle embrace,
to shine on us today
and forever.
My dearest love,
I think of you this glorious night.
The stars sparkle like your eyes.
Moonlight illuminates my path,
as does your radiant face.
My heart rises with the sun,
it's warmth like your gentle embrace,
to shine on us today
and forever.
If you think that's about some random guy I had a crush on back then, it's not. I wrote that about my God, and I'd give anything to be in that mindset again.