The evening is bathed in red
wine. Her touch complimented
by a hearty meal.
Under an avalanche of years
lie dazed memories
perfectly frozen.
I walk between mountains,
their stone-faces
giving me the cold shoulder.
I have come to love
these walls. Though beautiful
I am still entrapped.
The stars. I know the stars.
Orion blandly glitters
without your presence.
I once read
that indifference was the least I had to dread.
But if you my dear
Played out my fear
And treated me without hate
or love. I think I’d stay
Between those which
separate
Us.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
The evening is bathed in red
wine. Her touch complimented
by a hearty meal.
Under an avalanche of years
lie dazed memories
perfectly frozen.
I walk between mountains,
their stone-faces
giving me the cold shoulder.
I have come to love
these walls. Though beautiful
I am still entrapped.
The stars. I know the stars.
Orion blandly glitters
without your presence.
I once read
that indifference was the least I had to dread.
But if you my dear
Played out my fear
And treated me without hate
or love. I think I’d stay
Between those which
separate
Us.