Candle Silhouettes
For every beginning
Why must there be an end
Shadows creased where whispers cease
Memories bristling past me
like a Mediterranean love affair
Jasmine wisps of your unbridled hair
Brushing my face in waves of azure
Eyes locked so hearts could endure
The bed is made
But your impression is still there
Soft and tangible, subtle yet indelible
Candle silhouettes where laughter lit
Fiery portraits of passion’s first kiss
The intimacy of a beauty we shared
Eternity embroidered on your pillow top
Undisturbed promises that I never forgot
I sometimes call
Unsure of what to say or do
Cradling you in this immortal room
As cisterns of sorrow spill unwrapped perfume
Where burnt cinnamon candles have beaded cold
Next to the Venetian lamp, by your widowed phone
Hoping somehow…someway
I won’t wake-up alone
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2006
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