this poem was written from this line given to me by a very special person , giving life to this acrostic

I woke up with you thinking of you and died a thousand times in each second of the days I am not with you


The riddle of longing



What is the dream that suckled your smile

Homeless in blue

Yearning for seasons without capital letters


Dry like the white wound

Obeying every restrain order


In these seconds lies my words


Numb nails itching my own laughter

Or is it only the sound of survival

Taunting the echo of my scream


Where is the noise


Kind hands never bleed

Except from their death moment


Undo my syntax

Poured into yours


When I breathe am I home ?

Is the sun a star that looks like my sorrow ?

Time does it spell my face ?

Home is it when I breathe ?


Your crown

Only a belonging now

Us is the mosaic remains of my smile

Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 13:24

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Amanda K
A wonderful poem. It has a different taste.

Kathy Lockhart
simply without adequate words to express my adoration for your talent and the feeling evoked by this poem. Brilliance is your name! xx kathy

Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
Raw beauty.

"Undo my syntax
Poured into yours"


A beautiful work

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Why do I not wake up with you wow this poem is so wonderful you do have a talent with these writes and the lines given you

this is absolutely beautiful and book marked no damn a fav rgds mike

I've read many things about longing... This is one of those which nestle in the centre of the heart.