Courtesy: Pixabay
Transparent silhouette,
faithful apparition.
Zealous, you were,
in your devotion,
as was your love
so often.

That last embrace
lingers still,
still my heart,
catches my breath,
though your arms
aren't here to hold me.

You've become
a caressing breeze,
my love,
a trick of the moonlight,
silver touching my skin,
another kiss from you.

©September 2017, August 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s