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I know you're out there 
I can hear your voice in the wind that rustles the leafless trees 
Like them I'm waiting for Spring 
For warmth 
To grow again inside love 

I'm searching for you
I chase my shadow in the fading colours of the setting sun
Look for your message amongst the stars 
Face upturned 
Bathed in moonlight
In awe of the universe

I've dreamt of you
Your image obscured by a cloak of imagination 
Invading my unconscious with promised ardour
Passionate embraces
Fanciful encounters
That leave me wanting

I'm waiting for you
Pondering your existence, conversing with passers by
Like Vladimir and Estragon under their tree
Writing the words
To bring you to me


I've yet to find you 
I know you're out there




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Vicki Ayers

Sun 14th Feb 2016 01:38

Thank you Rob - that's a lovely comment!! Xx

Robert Mann

Sat 13th Feb 2016 12:53

Vicki -I am picturing Victorian ladies in crinolines and lace,
bosoms heaving and faces blushing behind fans. Ladies on the lookout for a gentleman of their dreams. This piece has a feel of the romantic poets of old. Very nice Vicki.

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Vicki Ayers

Sat 13th Feb 2016 12:38

That is a poem in itself Mr C! Thanks xx

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Tommy Carroll

Thu 11th Feb 2016 22:07

Always a somewhere
Always a someone
Always a sometime
Maybe a somehow.

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