Introducing My First Two Poems...



                                           




The Sigh that Beckons

The clock plots its haste, as morning wanes into night,
Like a child surrendering to the gentle pull of sleep.
I sighed softly, fading into absence.

As nocturnal birds whispered secrets to the dark,
The sleeping soul bid its farewell to the waking,
And in the quiet repose of my body, I drifted into dreams.

Let me wake once more, to hold my dreams in memory,
Lest I yearn only for sleep's tender embrace.
In the quiet dawn's first light, the waking soul bade farewell to the sleeping,
And in that fleeting instant, I sighed into presence.

 

Love is promised

In your presence, I veil myself from your sight,
Yet i linger, just beyond your reach.
In your nearness, I find my distance,
And wonder: how far must I journey to reach you?

This path to you weighs heavy upon my feet,
Yet in my distance, your nearness calls me.

My strength falters, but your hope renews me.
My steps falter, yet my heart races onward,
Reaching for the breath of resilience,
For in that grasp, love is promised.


***These poems are dear to me as their creator. I’d appreciate it if they are only shared with proper acknowledgment of my authorship***.


Hemen A. Emmanuel O.S.A

Colegio Mayor Mendel. C. del Rector Royo-Villanova, 6, Moncloa - Aravaca, 28040 Madrid

Madrid, España.  

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