THINKING OF YOU, A poem of reflection...... Options

[Guest_the_ghost_of_tom_joad_*]

 My passions now soggy with your memory,
     Like formless tides wash over me;
         Pass over like ghosts,
   Carried along by an acorn wind,
And remind me of what I mistakenly once was.

         Now weeping inside of my own skin,
  In the shallow solitude of my darkened room,
            In the blankets of sleep,
    Where rain-shaken dreams play on and on,
             I will be thinking of you.

       And someday, maybe you will know;
            Maybe you will remember me,
  Maybe you will find me sleeping in the snow,
       For wherever I am and whatever I may do,
      I will always and forever be thinking of you.

[Guest_blondie_*]

Hello hello!

Beautiful poem displaying reflection!  I enjoyed!  As Cleo stated already, I can feel the emotional loss in your words.  


My passions now soggy with your memory,
    Like formless tides wash over me;
        Pass over like ghosts,
  Carried along by an acorn wind,
And remind me of what I mistakenly once was.

That first stanza is beautiful.  Such vivid imagery captured my attention!

The last stanza is unclear for me, especially the following line:

Maybe you will find me sleeping in the snow,

The relevence of snow I am not connecting to the rest of the poem.  

Truly great piece of writing...

Looking forward to more,

~Amy~