4 A.M

Sean Lance
I reach across the room to caress
Your shadow. Fading memories
Of what once was there.
Those vanishing moments,
Brushes with eternity.
Long nights finding the reasons
To touch,
To look deep,
To feel deeper.
4 A.M. knows all our secrets
Learned in the halo of false dawn.
Your well never runs dry,
Filled with tears and laughter
scars and joy,
disdain and love,
regret and forgiveness.
Our tears come together in a river
That none can see,
Save for us,
And 4A.M.

Published by Sean Lance

I am one of those people over there.....or there.....or there. I am the one doing those things here and there and everywhere. I tend to almost always do them alone or with others either in the past or...  View profile

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  • J L Carey Jr5/15/2009

    Your poetry is very cool Sean. I think 4 a.m. speaks to anybody who has ever loved and lost. Great work.

  • Ana Maria Alvarez5/6/2009

    Beautifully written. very touching.

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