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walking home.
US two alone
At DUSK. Dark and US.
You were loving me
I was loving you.
We were loving we

Those months drifted by 
SLIGHTLY to soon.
Remember the sunset.
Remember the laureling

LAUREATE!  SUNSET  that was it!
You were great.

It's getting LATE.

Can't wait 'til  


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From The Glowing Embers

You glow deeply like a warm summer's night,
while I shine brightly as the sun -
opposite puzzle pieces of dark and light,
complementary pieces that fit just right,
causing time itself to come undone.

Through thick and thin,
virtue and sin,
you could be poor, you could be rich,
you ease the edge, you ease the itch.

I will love you more than power and money,
breathe in the essence you emote,
taste your mysterious honey,
sweet and golden down my throat.

When you're right, when you're wrong,
this is all part of our love song.
You satiate my appetite,
leaving just enough room
for me to sip up your tears,
sip up your remaining gloom,
until we have conquered our fears,
and there is nothing left but light.

When the temperature turns colder,
as we become frail and older,
from out of the glowing embers
of our Autumn, late September,
there will appear a most precious gem,
causing me to reminisce all over again
about that long-ago fateful spring,
when we began our passionate fling.

And after all these years, I still sing:

"You glow deeply like a warm summer's night,
while I shine brightly as the sun -
opposite puzzle pieces of dark and light,
complementary pieces that fit just right,
causing time itself to come undone."

December 26th, 2011

Entered into David Williams' "Romance" contest
Name: Chri.stop.her
Form: Rhyme (mixed)

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

Details | Free verse | |

Heaven's Mood Ring

The sun says goodbye
as it dips slowly below the horizon,
and dusk settles in for the night.

Heaven's mood ring
changes constantly,
from pink to orange
then to a faded yellow.

My mood lightening, the sky darkening.

Shades of lavender to dark blue,
then to a faded black.

As twilight takes over the sky,
my favorite time approaches
when my eyes can fill with wonder,
as one by one,
the stars turn on their lights
and twinkle just to say hello.
They've all seen my face before.

Then the moon, my old friend,
rises to meet me right on time.

Heaven's mood ring
fades to black,
only until the dawn
when it will change again.

The sky lightening, my mood darkening.

 March, 22nd, 2014
Nette Onclaud's contest - "A Night Sky"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

Details | Pantoum | |

Back of the Moon

In a dark night sky, you take your place.
We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Why is it you show only one face?
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.

We can see your reflection in the influenced tide.
Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
Half of you we see, the other half you hide.
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.

Moon, you have a side hidden away from view.
What is on the side we cannot see?
Shrouded in darkness, it is the side we call “new”.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.

What is on the side we cannot see?
We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
To the earthbound, it is a mystery.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.

We gaze at varying crescents of you in many ways.
Each passing hour changes your position.
Your full bright sphere we see once in thirty days.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.

Each passing hour changes your position.
Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Tales are woven from myth and superstition.
You are the brightest until the sun shows.

Moon, your origin is something nobody knows.
Why is it you show only one face?
You are the brightest until the sun shows.
In a dark night sky, you take your place.

Copyright © Robert Pettit

Details | Free verse | |

Within The Clouds

it stormed again in her heart last night
     wild slashing rain
driving hard against the walls
     battering the beat
     and riding the heat
shattering wailing zephyrs
this tempest bemoans her

it stormed again in her heart last night
      hard pulsing thunder
and raw rhythms that quake
and she alone to feel the pain
stark and dark Kentucky rain
tearing past her guard
to lay blasted and bleeding

it stormed again in her heart last night
where daffodils should bloom
where the sun light is cast aside
and tulips weaken and fold
     cherries lose their hold
lightening has shadowed eyes
willow boughs must always weep

it stormed again in her heart last night
as she alone watched the sun die
fragile hands, and hollow cheeks
    torn and worn, the shattered
in the red and blue that mattered
in a dark lake beneath the crying moon
     that is where the tears go

Copyright © Christie Moses

Details | Free verse | |

we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Copyright © mary youkhana

Details | Narrative | |

The Last Eclipse

Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site.  I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning.  One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post.  I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!".  He and another agreed.  After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up.  Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit.  When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness.  Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse.  However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

Details | I do not know? | |

The Pursuit

              first         r a y s             of                       morning

                 night         t e a r s          soaking             my               pillow

             her        l i g h t                                awakens

           bringing            out            deep           l o v e - f l a v o r s

            soul       r e s c u e d      . . .                                      chasing the      light

David Meade
Love Generously


Copyright © David Meade

Details | Imagism | |

our shadows

Cloudy weather elimination are our shadows

Copyright © shabnam shirvani

Details | Senryu | |

The UnDead

The UnDead
bloodthirsty suckers, vampires on the prowl for prey - a blast of sunshine

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez

Details | Free verse | |

The Sun And The Dark Clouds


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And finally the dark
Engulfed the Sun 
And its beams which
were spreading 
The Light of Love
and Happiness for

But how long the
dark suspicious
Can really stop 
The Sun to show the
glares of its Light 
And the pleasing
love of its
Beautiful beams?  

Nothing can stop 
Which comes out
Like the Oozing of
the light of love
And the grace of God

Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 23rd
Aug. 2014

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

Details | Ottava rima | |

Nature at Dusk

The sun reached a low point within the sky Creating skewed color schemes through the trees Grass becomes quite darker, I can’t deny Within the sunlight the highest plant sees It’s a dark purple where it does imply The approaching darkness is what achieves Only little light remained to now show Showing its last power, holds what we know Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

Details | Romanticism | |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim

Details | Personification | |

Jealousy of Light and Shadow

He doesn't know
How lovely he is
But I see
How shadow and sunlight
Compete for him
I see
How shadow caresses;
How sunlight kisses
His cheek

Copyright © Cameron Hartley

Details | Haiku | |


Morning stars so bright
A gift from so far away
That moment is gone

Copyright © Willow Lawrence

Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.

Copyright © Drew Rutherford

Details | Free verse | |

In The Land of the Midnight Sun

Long ago, in the fastness of the north
lived a people known as the Inuit.
They lived in perpetual darkness.
Although they had heard of light from Crow
they at first would not believe him.
They made him repeat this fairy tale 
many times, for it sparked imagination.
Imagine how long they could hunt.
Imagine seeing polar bear before he saw them.
They begged Crow to find and bring the light.
“But I am too old and daylight is far to the south”.
After much begging the old crow relented.
He flew through many dark miles of the north
and just as he was about to change his mind
he saw light - - - just a speck on the horizon.  

Suddenly light burst upon him as the daylight
world exploded around him in brilliance.
He had to stop and rest and comprehend
this wonder of wonders called light.
He noticed the blue sky, the blue stream
and the young girl walking back to a village.
She carried a pail of the blue water as she passed
beneath the tree in which he rested.
Turning into a small speck of dust, 
she did not notice Crow as he drifted into her parka.
As they neared the village, Crow saw a young boy
playing with a ball of daylight, bouncing on a string.
Crow flew from her coat, and grabbed the ball.
He flew into the endless blue sky,
the ball of daylight trailing along behind him.

Waiting impatiently, the Inuit saw a tiny speck of light
moving towards them in the darkness.
Soon it grew brighter and brighter 
and Crow dropped it in the center of their village.
It exploded into a burst of light, revealing everything.
It illuminated every dark corner and chased away shadow.  
But as the Inuit danced and celebrated 
Crow told them the light would not last forever.
The ball of light would have to rest for six months
each year in order to gain its strength back.
“Half a year of daylight is enough” the Inuit said
and to this day they build their lives around 
six months of day and six months of night.  

An Inuit myth retold by S.E. Schlosser,
made into this poem July 15 2012 
By: Charles Henderson ©

Copyright © Charles Henderson

Details | Light Poetry | |

Venus is love

Venus trines at midnight
Harvester of our dark side
These bright stars are blinding our sight
Its the way her face looks in the moonlight

We shine bright in this life

The Galaxy swoon the Moon
It happened way too soon
While the Sun flowers were still in bloom
They were shooting stars all over her room

Boom Boom
Sparkles flying all over the sky
Reaching blackholes way up high...

Thats why the birds cry
Why do we have to die?
Why, why, do we have to lie?
Why cant we just dance in the absent light at night?

As planet Earth turns, we burn inside
Does anyone know how to operate this flight?
We are flying way up high, in the sky
And we are all about to die

Copyright © Dani Elle

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!

“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!

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Copyright © Samar Saleh

Details | Imagism | |


The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.

Copyright © stacey law

Details | Rhyme | |

Dark Sun

“Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky,
as good a day as any to die”
This beautiful view, it sends me flying high.
I could spend forever in this way with you by my side.
Unspoken words in your eyes as the dark sun looms,
my heart beats in rhythm, will this beauty end too soon?

“Carve your name into my arm,
instead of stressed I lie here charmed”.
On the ridge I sit with you unharmed.
The dark sun cuts the sky. A diamond!
This sacred space that we embrace,
explosions of clouds above my face.

“Step from the road to the sea to the sky,
and I do believe it, we rely on”.
Angels to guide our way through life.
Shine on through this ridge tonight.
The dark sun speaks to us melodically,
etched in our endless memories

“I’m pushing an elephant up the stairs.
I’m tossing out punch lines that were never there”.
This is how I feel with you out here,
this heat makes delirious. I just don’t care!
Twisting through and blowing my mind,
is you, and the view that cuts clear across the sky.

Duran Duran
Red Hot Chili peppers

For contest  “favourite songs and lyrics”


Copyright © Emma Buckeridge

Details | Narrative | |

Before The Light

There are too many times when my eyes open and it’s still dark.

It’s useless to think that I’ll go back to sleep, and it’s no good at all to lay in bed and watch the passing parade of worries that comes marching down the Main Street of my mind. When I do that, the entertainment seems to take on its own life. The parade grows longer, more spectacular, with the noise of marching bands, my thoughts, growing louder. Clowns scurry ahead of the band leader, throwing red balls in the air. There are too many balls to count.

The best thing I can do for myself is to rise from my bed. But there are days when it seems too much to bear being home before the rest of the world rises. There’s just too much emptiness in my small house. 

I leave, escaping to DD's, where I sit and sip my coffee over a newspaper. Sometimes there are others sitting waiting for the light to come, too–like the woman who gives an animated “Hello” to everyone she meets, staring too long into our eyes. She takes out her cell phone to call a friend about the rashes on her legs. Something is biting her during the night. Raj and the other DD workers snicker, and I am drawn to–but at the same time repelled by–her morbid troubles.

Sometimes, in the winter, it seems as if the time I spend in the dark before the light comes is endless. I don’t think it’s normal for darkness to last so long; it’s probably one of the punishments for eating the apple in Eden.

I much prefer the early light of June and July, when the morning allows the gentle unfolding of life around me. Somehow, when the sun is in the sky at 6:30 a.m., a passing gasoline truck rattling my windows does not sound so lonely. Nor do I mind the sun revealing the stains from spring rains on my windows … or the birds loudly announcing their presence in the trees. Their manic chirping awakens schoolchildren eagerly counting down the days til summer.

When the darkness is especially long, and I have already sought out the comfort of others who cannot sleep, I will sometimes return home and do what I am so reluctant to do — sit still. I take up my position in a special chair near a window that looks out onto the street. I close my eyes and listen to the heated rhythms that only my body can make. My breath … my ins and outs.

But I wonder; why is it so hard to be still? Especially in the dark before the light.

Copyright © don munro

Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
and show her the path that leads back to 

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski

Details | Free verse | |


the Father visits his son in the dark of day
The son is abed, pale in the light of night
For the sun and moon are witness in this hour of twilight
But the sun is not heat and does not shine as bright
And the moon is not rigid rock
The sun is a warm hope, fading ever so slightly
The moon is softness, the dark is soothing

The son is abed, covers sprawled over his listless form
The son is restless, he doth not sleep
The son is ebbing, his heart does weep
and his Father lifts the covers up tight around his chest
and kisses his brow;
The son blinks wearily, smiles wanly, whimpers meekly

Sleep my son, the Father whispers

But I cannot sleep - Sleep eludes him
I want to play - Rest prances about him
close enough to want, just out of reach
And how can I sleep father? - How can he rest atop this fated bed?
When I wish to wake? - When his heart doth weep restlessly?

the Father wavers, he caresses the son's brow, but not his heart
For the heart is within, the caress without,
Rest my son, he says, rest and forget
The Father, gently, lovingly, pulls the covers up, tight around the son's neck

But father, father why
My heart will not sleep
Five more minutes? Just five.

Sleep son, the hour is late, the time is neigh

And the Father, always lovingly, he pulls the covers tight over the son, and lowers him into 
the ground.

Copyright © Samir Georges

Details | Sonnet | |



This hour is oh, so beautiful
I sit, and I devour it all
As silence fills my heart and soul
This sunset makes me feel so whole.

I watch the sun approach the ocean
Absorbed I am in deep devotion
As I see it melt into the sea
And oh, the joy, the mystery!

The sky fills up with orange hue
It’s lost its color, azure blue
And as the sun drowns in the sea
This beauty, how it touches me

The orange hue grows deep, then dies
Bringing darkness to the skies
As birds sing out there goodnight song
To tell the silence ‘Day is gone’

I sit and ponder on this show
Then leave it all, and home I go.

29 June 2014 @ 1337hrs.


Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Romanticism | |

The dark sun

Love me, when the sun goes down because 
thats when the darkness arrives.


Copyright © Mafata Dunbar

Details | I do not know? | |


Sovereign, the mighty Sun dark away chased.
The whole world its beams cautiously warmed.
Far recesses its capturing shafts reached.
Brighter day to cold ,lonely hearts carried.

My heart, unusurped , the intrusion jibbed.
A mightier Sun its beats had already rhymed.
A Sun before which the Sun bashfully bowed.
To your charm, She and I disarmed succumbed.

Silver moonlight over nightness prevailed.
Ravished, dark fearfully blenched.
Un-trodden paths the silky light breached.
The whole earth to rapture elevated.

Souls in relief sigh enchanted.
Over mine another light reigned.
Blissful feeling inside ruled.
Your beam its entrance door jealously guarded.

Copyright © Andi Abderrahmane

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski