Beguiled to wait

~ ~M

Another night
Another dream
Each one drifting
On a moonlit beam

Some were loving
Some were kind
Some were fashioned
To entice his mind

The days were short
The nights stretched long
Their appetites swelled
Unsatisfyingly strong

Daydreams came
And daydreams went
None could capture
Her intoxicating scent

Wondrous words
Wound their way
Over mountains and oceans
Resolved to stay

Years slipped by
As time stood still
Each day brimming
With vigor and thrill

Still, answers lingered
At the bottom of the sea
Forever just beyond
The lovers’ pleas

Exhausted, they yielded
To the pull of fate
Lost on a zephyr
Beguiled to wait

© 2026 Michelle Cook

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8 thoughts on “Beguiled to wait”

  1. This poem feels like a tide that never quite breaks, all longing and luminous restraint. The repetition of nights, dreams, and years creates a gentle hypnosis, while the moonlight and sea imagery cradle the lovers in suspension rather than resolution. I love how desire here is less about possession and more about orbit, circling what can be sensed but not seized. The final surrender to fate does not feel like defeat, more like an exhale after holding breath for too long. Quietly haunting and beautifully patient. 🌙🌊

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