One Drop Of A Lifetime

Would I sleep tonight
Knowing you have slept too
Tucked into blankets without borders
Dreaming of everything new
Would I sleep tonight
Knowing you have a mirror beside your bed
Which answers all your questions
With everything I left unsaid
Would I sleep tonight
Knowing we shan’t grow old
Share wrinkles in the grey of night
As we did lips in the days of gold
Would I sleep tonight
Knowing our fingers won’t anymore entwine
For yours are ash upon the altar
And I have ceased to saw my own as mine
Would I sleep tonight
Knowing you have slept too
Tucked into blankets without borders
Dreaming of everything new

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

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