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Church bells ring of voices silenced a darkened Moon is hanging low crickets stop to hear the empty as loving waters overflow As angels call in voices singing notify my heart goodbye as deafened ears are opened up no more tears are left to cry Dying leaves, a crimson carpet indigo ink at levied banks waters flood my aching heartbeat raising hands to you in thanks Cloaking eyes, I'm in the shadows petitioning  you another dance whispering the coming reaper if only I could have a chance Softly come draped in darkness ebony casts a ghostly glow lovely bones in alabaster putting on a secret show Taking off the heavy waiting holding down my paper heart a poets voice cannot be silenced by ticking hands you pushed apart Silver tears they fall in quiet in rivers taken right or wrong releasing me & painful weighting and sing me as I come along Violins they speak so mellow calling me as I go home morning comes a glowing ember left for you an Earthly loam As the leaves outside are falling and thickened air bids me farewell whispering of my departure & secrets I may never tell although in this... you mustn't dwell Waving you off in slow motion blinking lashes bid adieu darkened cloakroom, veiling... hiding memories of loving you the only love I really wanted the one I never... really knew. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
"Lovely Alabaster Bones"
Church bells ring of voices silenced a darkened Moon is hanging low crickets stop to hear the empty as loving waters overflow As angels call in voices singing notify my heart goodbye as deafened ears are opened up no more tears are left to cry Dying leaves, a crimson carpet indigo ink at levied banks waters flood my aching heartbeat raising hands to you in thanks Cloaking eyes, I'm in the shadows petitioning  you another dance whispering the coming reaper if only I could have a chance Softly come draped in darkness ebony casts a ghostly glow lovely bones in alabaster putting on a secret show Taking off the heavy waiting holding down my paper heart a poets voice cannot be silenced by ticking hands you pushed apart Silver tears they fall in quiet in rivers taken right or wrong releasing me & painful weighting and sing me as I come along Violins they speak so mellow calling me as I go home morning comes a glowing ember left for you an Earthly loam As the leaves outside are falling and thickened air bids me farewell whispering of my departure & secrets I may never tell although in this... you mustn't dwell Waving you off in slow motion blinking lashes bid adieu darkened cloakroom, veiling... hiding memories of loving you the only love I really wanted the one I never... really knew. Cherie Nolan © 2016
Just about love, loss and Fall, truly inspired by many things including the attack in New York.
#love#poetry#death#fall#bones#leaves#alabaster
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
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