Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2016
Waste an idle light, as you gaze into a dream,
Gaze into the night, as you waste in idle scene;
And when the candles burn down, so soon seen
Burn down so low. O a dragon eye deplorable...
Stares thru your soul, like windows in the oracle.


.
Jamie L Cantore
Written by
Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems