Let Not The Night Come So Soon
Let not the night come so soon, 
Shadows play upon the wall.
I lay and gaze at the moon,
I wait for steps in the hall.
I cannot bear the time alone
As I remember the nights,
So loving when we were one
And inflamed our inner lights.
Passion burned within our souls
Till fires within were calm,
Then we lay in splendid pose,
Peaceful in each others arms.
Quiet walks in daytime hours,
Watch the dance of butterfly,
Touching each of the flowers,
And the hope you might walk by.
Watch the seasons come and go,
Listen to the gentle rain,
Curl up and watch the snow
Cover the walk and the lane.
These I have to keep my mind
Away from love lost to me.
A few friends who are so kind
Sometimes keep me company.
Gently then wipe tears away,
As my gaze falls on your chair.
There, in colors you love, lay
The woolen scarf you left there.
Let not the night come so soon,
Shadows play upon the wall.
I lay and gaze at the moon,
I await your steps in the hall.
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© Copyright 2016 All Rights Reserved Phyllis Doyle Burns
Note from author ~
Most of my poetry is inspired by the deep love for the one whom I belong with. I have not yet been with him in the physical life, yet, I know one day he will come into my life – I am often with him in spirit. And I know there is nothing on Earth that can break the spiritual bond and love I have for him. He is somewhere out there, my beloved, and I will stand by him, walk with him through life, and truly love him.
Thank you for reading my poem. The Creative Exiles is my haven for poetry and short stories and I so appreciate your visit.
Blessings and may you always walk in Peace and Harmony, softly upon Mother Earth.
Phyllis Doyle Burns – Lantern Carrier, Spiritual Mentor
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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions.
I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles forThe Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am currently an author on HubPages.
Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader.
I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.
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Masterfully done, Phyllis. You have a way to draw me into each stanza as it builds. I can picture in my mind what you’ve put into words. Thank you.
You are most welcome and kind, William. Glad it drew you in and stirred up visuals. Thank you so much.
A beautiful and heartfelt piece Phyllis,
the longing for a loved one, dearly felt.
The image of the empty chair and scarf
such an excellent stanza, just pulling at the strings.
Enjoyed this very much, thank you.
Best,
Mel
Ah! Thank you so much, Mel, for such a lovely comment. So glad you enjoyed it and felt the sentiment.
Beautifully expressed Phyllis of that empty space that a heart yearns to fill in life. Very emotive and heartwarming expression skillfully penned. Well done.
I hope that your beloved finds you and you him. A yearning desire never dies, it grows stronger as two spirits search through the Universe for each others hearts. You are waiting for him and I sense he is near.
Hope you and your love are together soon. Such romantic and beautiful poetry. Much enjoyed.
Thank you, Rasma, for that lovely comment. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
Your rhyme and rhythm brought a level of beauty to this poem. The poem was able to rise above it’s declarations of love and reach the clouds. Jamie
Thanks, Jamie. I often try free verse, but kind of get lost without rhyme and rhythm. I appreciate your comment on this.