Here I
wait for you, across the tide, the ebbing, cascading colours of my
hopes and desire, like waves just dying at your feet on a clear white
shore of your eyes...
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Teardrops
Teardrops on fire burn all night;
They burn bright, with a blinding cold flame,
They burn all my dreams and some images laid in a stupor,
The ashes lie in one corner of my muddled vision,
Teardrops on fire trickle down my mind;
And burn thoughts of you, bright and radiant,
I cry aloud when the teardrops scald me deeper,
Douse those tears with some more tears,
Teardrops on fire shed at night;
Glowing in my eyes like hope, like life,
Showering down on some parched lips,
Like flames on a dry petal,
Teardrops on fire burn all night;
On my brow on my might…
They burn bright, with a blinding cold flame,
They burn all my dreams and some images laid in a stupor,
The ashes lie in one corner of my muddled vision,
Teardrops on fire trickle down my mind;
And burn thoughts of you, bright and radiant,
I cry aloud when the teardrops scald me deeper,
Douse those tears with some more tears,
Teardrops on fire shed at night;
Glowing in my eyes like hope, like life,
Showering down on some parched lips,
Like flames on a dry petal,
Teardrops on fire burn all night;
On my brow on my might…
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