The Craver's ode to Eros

Still a dreamer of the told
still a craver of the old
still missing you...

I do not need any whiskey
neither do I need any wine
to turn back sweet time...

Back to the autumn fields
back to the rooftops grey
back to our eros' Saturday...

There is still a part of me
which slides through the raylights
to find thee...

Come travel with me
in the scent of a prolonged spring
do not hesitate to feel...

Still the feelings from the heart
still the fearless faces in the dark
still alive a distance to tear us apart...



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-04-17 at 00:53

Tags Eros  Love  Missing 

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