Like Olden Times
Turn your doleful eyes to the dimly lit sky
The last you'll see of moon and stars is when our shards of fire die.
Take hold of me,Don't set me free
Your heart won't let you whisper goodbye.
Like olden times on the brown horse
Let's ride away, by forest lakes into the night,
In a log cabin,We'll bathe and sleep
to the warm glow of candle-lights.
As the wind wafts outside the door,
Catch me in your arms ,like autumn leaves catch the first rain,
As my slow-hands like dancing flames reach out for you,
Through flickering shadows call out my name.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2018
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