Weary, a long night short of slumber
Enters a thought before calm dreams do end
Like high rolling waves of crashing thunder
Through the whole of the soul does she ascend.
Clear vision betrayed by dull morning light
The dim glow gives hope to find her fine face.
The passion, the words, kept beyond midnight
But she is not there, no beauty no grace
Tis stark and raw when the dark truth returns
The weight of sad fact drops hard to the floor
Yet desire is felt so wildly it burns
Can one of great distance simply adore
Both same in mornings though journeys apart
Alone in their world with love in their heart
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
10pm the radiant moon hangs high
Children captured quiet in resplendent dreams
For this vivid moment i hide my cry
My happiness hidden with driven sigh
We share a dark night and the bright star teems
10pm the radiant moon hangs high
Depths of dark thought but no tear in pained eye
The future so loving, bludgeoned it seems
For this vivid moment i hide my cry
To want no more and create the cruel lie
The extent of desire buried in screams
10pm the radiant moon hangs high
I perceive a fall in my love to die
It flows violently down wide winding streams
For this vivid moment i hide my cry
I pull myself clear as the end is nigh
I fall and fold devoid now of extremes
10pm the radiant moon hangs high
For this vivid moment i hide my cry
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
I drown
Held against the chasm
Filled with burning desire
Filled by raging fire
Pure pain
Hurt amongst the smiles
The lies of pitied souls
Dark as blackened coals
I fight
Through tears of salt
Hidden beneath abused time
Unknown emoted crime
I sleep
Exhausted of life
Turned and locked by key
Cannot feel cannot see
I hide
Comforted by darkness
With warmth of heated embers
No-one now remembers
Now quiet
So quiet my heartbeat echoes
Constant like a lapping wave
Looking for the love i crave
It ends
Everything finds its way
Floating petal from a rose
Like all.. it submits to close
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC