The Old Silk Road
Anne G
Original Poetry
Somehow, somewhere we’ve met before.
I feel I know you, can it be?
Maybe? Perhaps? Why, yes it’s true.
Hello, my love, we meet again.
You look past me with empty eyes,
no sign of recognition here.
How can that be, I ask myself.
For I remember you so well.
Your face, your voice
your silhouette;
the sparkle of your
deep brown eyes.
It all began
eons ago,
once upon
the old silk road.
Many moons
have waxed and waned
and in my heart
you have remained
We swore that we
would meet again
and yet, you don’t
remember me.
I loved you then,
I love you now;
our destinies have
found us here.
The now the here,
the present day;
to have and hold
forever more.
Search your heart
and surely you will find,
the promise of
the old silk road.
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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