Some of my poetry

[fishman65]

Letters of Love

Abed by night,
the stark ceiling my page,
I write letters of love
with these eyes.

Eyes that search
for remnants of you,
for your face that flits,
as shadows in
dreams of longing.

And still, still
that turn of your head,
those silken tresses,
about pale shoulders falling,
like tears, through all the years between us.

October 2015