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if not now, when?
by Philippa Janeit is midnight.
it is midnight and i am wide-eyed,
lying between shadows and silence.
i wonder whether you are now at rest,
sleeping while my eyes refuse to close.
if i were to compose a love letter,
this is what i'd tell you:
i am at your mercy.
i am at your mercy, stumbling over
foreign thresholds, tongue tripping
and twisted. and it is midnight and
my eyes will not close for fear of
forgetting the sight of your gaze
greeting mine. unspoken brilliance.
i am told that faith makes things
possible, not easy - and midnight
brings no answers,
only wide eyes and echoes of your
absence. 01/23/2006 Author's Note: random flow of thoughts. work in progress.
Posted on 01/23/2006
Copyright © 2026 Philippa Jane
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Karen Michelle on 01/25/06 at 03:43 AM i don't think it needs any work. i think it is honest and heartfelt. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 01/26/06 at 04:31 AM I must agree with Karen above me. These random flows work best when they remain undiluted. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/06/06 at 08:31 PM Enjoyed your writing here. Thanks for the read. |
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