Sharon Duveau Poetry

A pool in the middle of a wood,
autumn leaves floating on its surface.
A place where time stands still.
You decide to leave after only a short while.
I call out to you, but your steps are hurried.

Emotions are wild horses, galloping forever.
The end of the road is of no importance.
I also don't want to mind how far apart our territories are.
Although, at times my weakness overpowers my longing..

Regret possesses the same force as the stomping of hooves.

Emotions are wild horses, galloping forever.
Heartbeats thunder.
The water in the glass spills, scattering sentiments across the marble.
You strike me with your hesitation.

Emotions are wild horses, galloping forever.
I'd rather not watch you walk away.
Wherever your territory lies, between mountain or river,
permit that I ride beside you.

Heartbeats thunder like wild horses.
The water in the glass spills, scattering sentiments across the marble.
You struck intensely with your hesitation.

Poet: Sharon Duveau