The Web Poetry Corner
The Web Poetry Corner
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Oh! Eddie;...is that an altar in your living room?
Oh Eddie;...is that sweet Alice in her wedding dress?
- "This candle I light in the memory of love.
- Good bye sweet Alice, happy journey.
- This canlde I burn, Shall burn for all time;
- a symbol of the flame we shared.
- Good bye sweet Alice; happy journey."
The picture is faded and torn; its hard to tell.
...and that...; a lock of her hair, ...and her wedding ring?
Oh Eddie;...a memorial to the dead?...an altar of canldes?
- "Sweet Alice is gone now
- This candle I light, I burn for her soul.
- A guiding light to eternity.
- These candles I burn, Shall burn for all time.
- Candles of the dead...now burn!!"
Right here in the living room?
Together Be We
Listen for me when the night comes warm
to your windowsill
...and seems to watch;
Look for me when the moon molds its' many faces
- seems to whisper.
- Can you hear me?
and vainly grins...with pleasure
at its' wonders.
Taste me in the nocturnal mists
- Am I there, somewhere?
that sweetly linger.
as the teasing breaze breathes cool breaths upon you neck.
Feel me...I am the mystic stirring.
Touch me; I am desire...
- I am passion.
- and together be we but;
where has it gone?
I sit here 'neath
the angry sun,
filling me with sickness.
I ache for the shadows
Where are the demons?
- for the darkness
- for the silence
- of the midnight hours.
Where have they gone?
their mighty wings are
No more do they stir
the winds of passion
that send men to
the fathomed halls of kingdoms
Oh how I ache.
Where is the darkness?
Where has it gone?
this sickening light
is burning me.
How long will this go on?
Where is my darkness,
Where is my chill?
As I walked I found
a shallow puddle down about my feet.
I knelt to touch it and to see
what lie beneath.
Under my fingers the little puddle quivered
in its soul
my reflection shivered
its' glossy surface severed.
as I waited,
and watched the ripples dissipate
I wondered was it too late
to change this little puddles fate.
tommorow it would be gone
all that will be left is
that which this little puddle would hide
where this little puddle had died.