Wishes for a distant morrow
often I think of the day I have to say good bye.
the days between, the days in waiting,
always go by slow, almost frozen stiff by the absence of you.
I wish I could end the good byes,
I wish I could stop the waiting,
I wish I could change the greetings,
to a soft mornings sigh,
and a kiss of your lips to rouse you.
I wish I could share the morning sun with you,
I wish we could stop to fear the evenings fading lights,
and the dreaded last nights.
Even though these thoughts and feelings,
are part of a idea meant for later,
it is still a time that could not come sooner,
a day that is worth its wait
a day for the final good bye,
and a greeting,
to the soft mornings sighs'.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2007-06-09 at 11:16
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An end to the Good Byes
The days they pass with ill fated meaning,often I think of the day I have to say good bye.
the days between, the days in waiting,
always go by slow, almost frozen stiff by the absence of you.
I wish I could end the good byes,
I wish I could stop the waiting,
I wish I could change the greetings,
to a soft mornings sigh,
and a kiss of your lips to rouse you.
I wish I could share the morning sun with you,
I wish we could stop to fear the evenings fading lights,
and the dreaded last nights.
Even though these thoughts and feelings,
are part of a idea meant for later,
it is still a time that could not come sooner,
a day that is worth its wait
a day for the final good bye,
and a greeting,
to the soft mornings sighs'.
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 874 times
Written on 2007-06-09 at 11:16
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