Aching

The image fades to silhouette
As fingers draw to reach
The words that could have graced these lips
Have fallen short of speech

A sought out treasure sets to rest
On tips of fate's new wings
The glint of sorrow pricks the heart
Of which to hope still clings

Such sin to taint this purity
Instead to take away
Hunger rises for darker dreams
To tear and have its way

Very evocative. I want to come back to this again after I have time to digest it the first time and re-read it. I think there is more than I am getting this first read. You have done well if you have got me thinking like this with these few words.

One thing in the line

A saught out treasure sets to rest

should saught be sought?

Yes! I knew something looked odd when I came back and read it. Thanks for pointing that out. I probably shouldn't write poetry at midnight when I'm sleepy.. leads to interesting spelling errors.

no problem . . . . I am not immune to that problem myself.

I think it's a lovely poem and I wish you happiness.

I am like DeSade...the first read you know there is more to this than the words give. Thank you for sharing.

Talia

Beautiful, evocative words that pluck at one's heart strings.......

Thankyou for sharing that with us.