Tuesday, February 20, 2007

New Poem: Alone



Alone

the quiet scent of her perfume
clings to the sheets

outside the night is fragranced
by a gentle rain

sleeping alone feels like sorrow
after the taste of her skin

the soft rhythm of rain soothes
my craving for more

soon enough, it whispers, soon enough
until only the silence remains


4 comments:

Gary Stamper said...

Very nice.....I assume this is yours?

william harryman said...

Hey Gary,

Thanks -- yeah, it's mine. Once upon a time in a life long, long ago I was a poet. Step by step, trying to get that back.

Peace,
Bill

Gary Stamper said...

You should definitely invite that back into your life. It's beautiful.

william harryman said...

Thanks Gary -- I'm working on it. Having a new muse helps. :)

Peace,
Bill