Such Time, Images Cause Angels To Weep
Such Time, Images Cause Angels To Weep
In a room, an ancient table sat,
on it an open book
An open closet with coat and a hat,
a dream death and its look.
In a dark house, silence that weaves and flows
in its long halls, sorrow sings
In its backyard, weeping trees full of crows
dark melody, that death brings.
In the night, its long shadows spin and play
embraced by the moon's glows
Darkness, terror that relieves bright of day
fear, that nobody knows.
A sad dream, Poe walks in his weary sleep
Such time, images cause angels to weep.
Robert J. Lindley,
3-01-2018 (Old poem, revisited)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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