We Spoke Until Sunrise by Ken HarnischWe spoke until sunrise
In the old days
She could not sleep
In this new one
And seeing her, I didn’t want to.
The good news, I suppose,
Was that my heart stayed
In my chest and my aspirations,
While known to her,
Drifted into the clouds
As smoke, and not
The embers we both knew
Smoldering.
My best turn is
With an ear
And the heart to understand
What it is I’m hearing.
She tells me only
I know her so well
And although it is something
I’ve known for years
It is nice to hear her say it.
We make no promises;
I dream no dreams;
She is what she is, and
I am what she made me
And if my words make her rustle
In the darkness, and her
Heart lifts her out
Of an uncertain bed
I am there when she
Makes a cup of coffee
At 3 A.M.
And needs to know why.
01/27/2009 Posted on 01/27/2009 Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/27/09 at 02:47 PM I really like that, especially the the last stanza. |
Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/28/09 at 01:41 PM The last stanza is my fave as well. "She is what she is, and/I am what she made me". Awesome line! |
Posted by Julie Adams on 01/29/09 at 08:17 PM what I love about this piece is that you managed to encompass the past, present, and future so seamlessly, while offering your readers such delectable details of a microcosm that intrigues...lovely read, peace, jewels |
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