MJ DONNERY

In my loneliest days I used to dream of clouds I would walk through them As they billowed and grazed the ground Night after night They would come back for…

For a moment, I thought I caught something In the way you glanced over In the way you caught my eye as if in a sudden flash of recognition …at…

Somehow I always felt you close Sensed a truth, a knowing Like a knot Unraveling in the dark indentations Of my lonely self Are you there… bashful soul? What is…

On that fateful morning I sat on a wooden bench Beneath a fading tree… And whispered your name to an open sky Releasing you, I watched as you spiraled, swirled…

Each and every morning Brings with it Either the promise Of love Or the promise Of apathy Which will you choose today?

Windy morning, rustling leaves You reach for my hand and place it inside the warmth of your glove For a moment, I feel you hesitate And I, suddenly afraid Remember…

The first sign of winter Was when you leaned over to kiss me I didn’t know you then And little did I know That I never would © MJ Donnery