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In His Visions
by Ken HarnischShe is dressed in white in his visions
Standing by the window
Where the midtown lights
Blaze like little Christmas candles
And she is standing by his bedside
When he, he reaches out to
Embrace her slender waist
And with supplicating eyes,
Presses his lonely soul
Against her dress
In his visions
She is in skirts
But if she were in sackcloth
Her appeal to his soul
Would be no less pronounced
And his heart would stutter no louder
Than it does right now, captured
In her arms.
His lips graze, softly,
The cheek she presents
For his approval. She holds
Him to her, wiser than her years;
Wiser than the sages from a
Hundred eons, knowing the day will come
When she will press her head
Against his shoulder and sweetly stain the cotton
With her tears
And he will hold her
Just as close
Just as dear 01/03/2003 Author's Note: A recurring vision...
Posted on 01/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 01/05/03 at 10:50 AM full of warmth, love and beauty...an excellent read |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/07/03 at 09:42 PM There is a wish and hope that the visionary's vison... comes true. These lines brought *tears*
knowing the day will come
When she will press her head
Against his shoulder and sweetly stain the cotton
With her tears
And he will hold her
Just as close
Just as dear
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