I Call Your Name In The Night

Poem By Alejandra Olivas

I call your name in the night
Hoping, mercy will be granted on this soul
And you will come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I hear is the whisper of the wind.
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I see is the moonlight
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I taste are the almonds from Aphrodite’s presence
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I smell are the fresh roses
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
All I feel is the emptiness your absence has banished me to
And you still don’t come to me.

I call your name in the night
Until my senses became numb
And faded away
You still don’t come to me!

Comments about I Call Your Name In The Night

A good start with a nice poem, Alejandra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
For whoms name is it do you call, or does he have a name at ll? If this question that you have ask, then he whom you call will come at last.
And then I start to wonder if that person will ever come. I like this poem; it's memorable, and a keen topic, the feeling of being dissapointed and you can't even be angry about it. Xs and Os


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