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Tonight I will wait patiently for the clear promising sky,

For the falling star, to make a wish yet again,

The white moon and frozen stars will be my faithful witnesses,

Where Art Thou? Please answer the calls of my heart!

 

I am a dreamer and a believer in endless love,

A dreamer of all the things that we could be, could share!

Am all human and I need love, I need to be loved even more!

Where Art Thou? Am tired of counting the stars alone!

 

The Silly and sometimes annoying games of love are lacking,

In my plain and lonely life that is heavy with expectation,

Am dropping all my resistance and opening my heart for you,

Where Art Thou? There is so much adventure for us to see, to explore!

 

I will wait in this all consuming night that is full of hope,

To feel and taste the freedom, the burden and pain of love,

To share a lifetime moment that is full of innocence and time,

Where Art Thou? Please see through the windows of my soul!

 

We can make time stand still as we give each other endlessly,

That which is enough in the storm and under the still sky,

Undiluted love that will restore order and pride in our chaotic existence,

Where Art Thou? With perfect humility, am down on my knees and hands!

 

With the graying hair on our heads, our nights will forever remain young,

As we explore our intimacy under the golden horizons in our sunset days,

Warm embrace from the love that shields us will forever keep us safe,

Where Art Thou? All my senses merge when I feel my affection for you!

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Where Art Thou?

  1. You are such a romantic, Aston. I like the repetition of “Where Art Thou?” like in Romeo and Juliet. The right one is out there waiting for you, looking up at the stars and tired of counting them alone 🙂

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  2. This is a beautiful poem Kamunde and just the dreamer I was talking about. I always think that when you throw things out into the universe, you will attract that which seems to be elusive. But I know that when you are a dreamer , that special brand of love is not sitting on the shelves in the shops. I wonder sometimes if it’s even attainable in the ideal ways we write about😀

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    1. Sometimes dreams is all we get to have! I also do wish that whatever dreams we tend to write really existed. But yet again, we normally write about our idyllic lives and world…an illusion perhaps? Thanks Chevvy! Glad to have you here!

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      1. The most important product of writing is the end result. That exhilarating and beautiful feeling that can never be put in words! We write about that world that should be! Wish you an awe-inspiring weekend too

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