I Should be Still

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she, Who now and still Fills my cup And soothes my browI should be stillBut the stars, and moonlit clouds Weep at your absence, And the promise of what might have been Are but whispers, rousing trees Spreading rumors of my weakness Among the shadowsThe day you spurned my pledge I became afflicted by The space once held by youIn the aftermath As each twilight breeze murmured your name I held that space closeAs she lavishes me with tenderness I respond in kind and in grateful earnest But my eyes steal wistful glances Towa

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rds the horizon of our yesterdays Wondering if a sliver of me Touches your mind, still As you have consumed my dreamsStillEach night you come to me Filling my slumber with bliss I reach out in vain My fingertips tingle, anticipating The satisfaction residing in the small of your back But your tangibility dissolves into morning mist Leaving me with the same questionsAs I count my daily blessings And as I cry out nightly In silent anguish and muted agony On these nights when the wind is still I wonder if you still Feel me feeling you.</article></body>

I Should be Still

Blessed by love and grace Held at the bosom that is Given freely by she, Who now and still Fills my cup And soothes my brow

I should be still

But the stars, and moonlit clouds Weep at your absence, And the promise of what might have been Are but whispers, rousing trees Spreading rumors of my weakness Among the shadows

The day you spurned my pledge I became afflicted by The space once held by you

In the aftermath As each twilight breeze murmured your name I held that space close

As she lavishes me with tenderness I respond in kind and in grateful earnest But my eyes steal wistful glances Towards the horizon of our yesterdays Wondering if a sliver of me Touches your mind, still As you have consumed my dreams

Still

Each night you come to me Filling my slumber with bliss I reach out in vain My fingertips tingle, anticipating The satisfaction residing in the small of your back But your tangibility dissolves into morning mist Leaving me with the same questions

As I count my daily blessings And as I cry out nightly In silent anguish and muted agony On these nights when the wind is still I wonder if you still Feel me feeling you.