Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

Last Light

Last light, 
falling 
Sky on fire 
Shadowy spire 
My heart calling 
 
My heart, 
the colour of the sun 
 
My heart given to you, 
at last light 
The colour red, 
last light sunset 
Come to bed 
 
My heart , 
the colour of the sun 
 
The colour red, 
falling 
Radiating on our bed, 
my heart,....... calling 
 
My heart, 
the colour of the sun 
 
Last light, 
falling 
The sky on fire, 
my heart calling 
My desire, 
I give you the night 
 
My heart, 
the colour of the sun 
 
My heart given to you........... 
at last light 
This magnificent view 
The colour red 
Colour sunset 
Night, 
the colour jet

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L'Nass Shango May 4, 2009 at 6:53 AM Matthew, what an insistent intonation of beautiful subjectivity ... this poem tells the self as truth .. I love the show

Keith Bickerstaffe April 4, 2009 at 9:19 AM Effective repetiton and sublime imagery... a splendid piece ny friend! Best wishes, Keith