Hey!
Wow... this was beautiful. I loved the lines:
"Windowsill so graceful,
I speak to thee as so
Cradle upon my fingertips,
Chiseled woodgrain bow
Splintered sodden edge."
It was really beautiful. And the last stanza was a fabulous ending to the poem.
One little, teeny, nit-picky thing-- in the third-to-last stanza, certainly is spelled wrong. :)
(By the way-- I believe you wanted to know if there would be some continuation to the poem, Highland. The version I posted was an unrevised version-- the revised is now up as a second chapter. I'd love it if you could compare them and tell me which you like better, or make your own suggestions!)

I love this. It just flows... Thats the only word to discribe it. Like water or the breeze.Such wonderful use of language, and not a diffinitive conclusion, but a final note to leave you content.

I love this poem. It flows so nicely, with a dancer's grace.
I also admire greatly the fact that you could use the word "thee" instead of "you" and it didn't sound pompous or out of place. Tremendous work.

Forgive me for the short review, but I am a bit behind with my reviewing. A lovely and hits home as well. Nice job describing the depth of your emotions too. I hope your lover comes back to you too.
Keep writing.
-Seras