haunting
23 March 2010
haunting whispers the sound of your name
carried on the winds of my dreams
and things that i have never felt course within
the veins that would bleed for you
if i but knew who you were;
shadowy, vague, i can remember only a little
when i wake, but my deepest longing now
is to take your hand in mine,
and listen to the sound of the waves
the voice of the sea that ever calls to me
like the sound of your voice in these dreams…
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delight and glory and oddity and light 
Beautiful. Lovely. What other descriptor of beauty can I use?
Thanks Glynn! I’m not sure I’d go with beautiful…certainly wistful, longing, and…well, maybe a little beautiful after all. As always, I appreciate the compliments!
Very nice work. I’ll check back again to see more work.
Thank you very much. I stumbled across your blog recently as well! I am much impressed. And thank you again.
This has a wistful lyricism. I particularly like how you connect sound of voice, wind, waves, sea, the voice of dreams. Quite lovely.
Thank you, Maureen! The sea is probably my first love…and all love has something savory and something bittersweet like it. Thanks for noticing.
full of longing . . . this poem is haunting in more than just name. 🙂
And thank you for the comment!