In the darkness,
Reverberation
… empties silence.
… tap; … tap; … tap.
The tapping?
The pendulum‘s grandeur;
A passive state… to time.
Low, slow,
… distant echoes
A bid
… to serenity’s seduction.
Sweeping circuits,
Lap …long,
Against a pebble filled beach.
The tide calls;
Whoosh;
…whoosh;
…whoosh;
…whoosh;
Such foreboding waves
Call.
Surrender;
Approach,..;
Remember…;
Return…,
Taste …
The salty- sweet
… water’s sway.
Ache for desire;
To expose
… forbidden love’s impoverished tears;
An enchanting lure,
… hearkens
Come; … far
Beneath the rocky cliff.
My heart;
Wanting … ;
But no… !
Sanity holds…
It’s… not time.
A snare’s line rings;
Time moves…;
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Time, waives protest
… to this recital’s longing embrace.
Home,
Simply composed;
A love’s submerging refrain.
A door,
… stills, open.
A room;
The keep;
Through a corridor’s long shadow,
The silence speaks,
Pride’s measure
… ticks.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Old tatters
Curtains dance.
Soothing drifts
…cool salty air.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
A calm state;
Moonlight.
Relics of a heart;
Composing drama plays to shadows;
Cracks on old plaster walls.
Glimpses return
… where waning movements hide;
The essence of sound and silence
Intertwine.
An old window-seat
… gives audience to the stars.
In eyes of youth;
A young girl‘s heart… lives
Once more.
Time falls
Moments recede.
Ah, my love;
I hear the Harp’s comb play
As gentle as a sigh,..
Rolling Home…; Rolling Home…;
Rolling Home across the Sea
A vow, misspoken;
To wait…;
Still…
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Golden hair;
Your fancy to heather’s yielding flow.
A hundred long strokes;
As… soft tenders weep.
An altering hue;
… fades of time.
Gold;
Silver;
Now, twists shimmer of soft white pearl.
Time combs these long old satin strands.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Youth now spent; To wear once more
Soft lavender, love-knots.
Ribbons flow…
Aging wrinkles where once
Plump lips reach desire;
Now, the gentlest breeze
… plays prey of a beating heart
Memories.
Take to flight.
… tap;
… tap,
Yesterday is almost here …;
Years abandon
… to the dew scent heather;
Eyes close
To such need
… to touch.
To…
To…
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
In the darkness,
Reverberation
… empties silence.
… tap; … tap; … tap.
The tapping?
The pendulum‘s grandeur;
A passive state… to time.
Low, slow,
… distant echoes
A bid
… to serenity’s seduction.
Sweeping circuits,
Lap …long,
Against a pebble filled beach.
The tide calls;
Whoosh;
…whoosh;
…whoosh;
…whoosh;
Such foreboding waves
Call.
Surrender;
Approach,..;
Remember…;
Return…,
Taste …
The salty- sweet
… water’s sway.
Ache for desire;
To expose
… forbidden love’s impoverished tears;
An enchanting lure,
… hearkens
Come; … far
Beneath the rocky cliff.
My heart;
Wanting … ;
But no… !
Sanity holds…
It’s… not time.
A snare’s line rings;
Time moves…;
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Time, waives protest
… to this recital’s longing embrace.
Home,
Simply composed;
A love’s submerging refrain.
A door,
… stills, open.
A room;
The keep;
Through a corridor’s long shadow,
The silence speaks,
Pride’s measure
… ticks.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Old tatters
Curtains dance.
Soothing drifts
…cool salty air.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
A calm state;
Moonlight.
Relics of a heart;
Composing drama plays to shadows;
Cracks on old plaster walls.
Glimpses return
… where waning movements hide;
The essence of sound and silence
Intertwine.
An old window-seat
… gives audience to the stars.
In eyes of youth;
A young girl‘s heart… lives
Once more.
Time falls
Moments recede.
Ah, my love;
I hear the Harp’s comb play
As gentle as a sigh,..
Rolling Home…; Rolling Home…;
Rolling Home across the Sea
A vow, misspoken;
To wait…;
Still…
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Golden hair;
Your fancy to heather’s yielding flow.
A hundred long strokes;
As… soft tenders weep.
An altering hue;
… fades of time.
Gold;
Silver;
Now, twists shimmer of soft white pearl.
Time combs these long old satin strands.
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
Youth now spent; To wear once more
Soft lavender, love-knots.
Ribbons flow…
Aging wrinkles where once
Plump lips reach desire;
Now, the gentlest breeze
… plays prey of a beating heart
Memories.
Take to flight.
… tap;
… tap,
Yesterday is almost here …;
Years abandon
… to the dew scent heather;
Eyes close
To such need
… to touch.
To…
To…
… tap;
… tap;
… tap.
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