Her kiss
at dawn is what
I miss
the most –
as day break sings
a ghost
refrain:
love dims, to dust
and pain.
– Ryan Stone
Her kiss
at dawn is what
I miss
the most –
as day break sings
a ghost
refrain:
love dims, to dust
and pain.
– Ryan Stone
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A poignant poem that speaks of deep longing
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Hi, Melinda! Thank you, my friend 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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“love dims, to dust
and pain.”that line is gorgeous.
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So glad you liked it 🙂
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It’s a beautiful poem that speaks loudly of loss.
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A lovely musette, Ryan.
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A lovely comment, Sarah 🙂 Thanks!
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Wonderful!
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😀 thank you!
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Awesome Ryan, bravo 👏👏
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Thanks so much, Ax!
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Sadness beautifully written Ryan!
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Lovely feedback thank you, Carolina 🙂
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It is always great to read what you write 😉
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Truly appreciated, my friend 🙂
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Oh stunning!!
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You’re the best! Thank you 🙂
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No, you are! ☺️
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Lol 😝
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Hehe 😜
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Some days, such loss permits us to see only in shades of grey. A beautiful musette, Ryan
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Thank you, my friend. As always I appreciate your thoughtful understanding.
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You are welcome, my friend.
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Painfully but beautifully accurate.
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Thank you so much, my friend 🙂
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You are very welcome 🙂
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No se puede separar el amor y dolor – es una pareja para siempre vecino 🙂
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No, they go hand in hand 🙂
Muchas gracias, señora
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Yay Ryan’s ‘speaking’ Spanish. Would love to hear you speak Spanish. Thanks for playing along and putting a smile on my face 🙂
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Ryan, so very touching! Felt it! ❤
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Hello, dear Carisa. Where have you been? I hope you’re well and thank you kindly 🙂
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Awe.. I’ve been kissing the sun, smiling a million teeth, viewing the moon for the first time. Learning to be grateful for all I’ve been blessed with… Which is more than anyone deserves. 😉 Hope you’ve been well too! 🙂
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Another beauty Ryan. You got it goin on!
Hey, leave me a comment on Hunger Pains, that I posted today, if you get a chance. I worked a lot on it…but now I’m just not sure about it.
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Thanks, Suzanne. No problem-leave it with me 🙂
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Ryan, oh Ryan.. I have read this musette so many times, and could not make myself to write a comment afraid that it would not be the usual hype and happy one, for these shadows that swerve and evade are too tight on the chest, too painful to have a memorial.. sigh..
p.s. i swear you will make me bi-polar with the swift change of tone and mood between your poems 😀 😀
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Haha, you make me smile Dajena. As long as it made you feel something then I’m happy – you’re the eternal optimist but a lot of my writing comes from darkness. You’re comment is wonderful feedback in itself, thank you. Maybe I should put a warning at the start of the dark ones-I’d hate to tarnish those happy skittles ;D
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Deal! Will be looking for those disclaimers 😀
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Lol – NSFMS 🙂
(not suitable for Moonskittles)
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This is lovely, Ryan. Hope it’s not indicative of anything in your reality, though… Have a good weekend!
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Thank you, Kelly 🙂
No-not the present, just the past but I appreciate your caring.
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