hope, hushed -
bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the Bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Written April 22, 2019
Submitted on August 29, 2021
To the "Your Best Sapphic Stanza" Poetry Contest
William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor
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