Like a moth drawn
to an extraordinary flame, I
to an extraordinary flame, I
sit and wait anxiously for you
to somehow notice me
imagining your arms caressing
my entire world as we
gaze at the stars that shine
as if they own the night, and
tomorrow would certainly be ours
if only you could see me
in a different light.
to somehow notice me
imagining your arms caressing
my entire world as we
gaze at the stars that shine
as if they own the night, and
tomorrow would certainly be ours
if only you could see me
in a different light.
Damon E. Johnson is an accomplished freelance writer and
poet currently residing in Atlanta, Georgia. He is the author of three dynamic
poetry books; Rhythm in My Blues, The Vineyard: Exploding Grapes,
Forbidden Fruit, and newly published Addiction.
I enjoyed this Damon,
ReplyDeleteThe light of ones desires, does not often match that of anthers. One of the many challenge's of life.
Knight Writer
Thank you Yancy. I appreciate it...
DeleteDear Damon,
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your insightful poem with us.
Best wishes,
Inge
Thank you Inge. I appreciate you for bringing me to Whispers.
Deletelove this heartfelt write
ReplyDeleteThank you...
DeleteDanon,
ReplyDeleteA good poem. Welcome to Whispers if you are new -- a warm welcome from me even if you are not.
Your new friend,
David Fox
Thanks David...
DeleteHi Damon. Nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. Congratulations on your writing accomplishments. Continued blessings to you!
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Thank you...
DeleteBeautiful images in your poem. Love is a fragile thing!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed. Thank you...
DeleteDear Damon,
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to see your poem getting a wonderful response. Too many times we let things slip thought our fingers--and letting someone go, someone wanting a different story, plays a lot in broken relationships. It's the me generation,always looking for the next dance. What an interesting perspective! Thank you for sharing your poem with us. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen