To Carry On
don't blow out the candle
save your last breath for me
light flickers an open window
shadows hold near, her stare
starlight's grace, midnight wishes
longing to be found out there
steam rises, pasts rest
the kettle whistles, a plead
in whispers lain low
kissed off with certain need
moons drip over pools of time
begging with the breeze to carry on
as morning wakes, light breaks
with the blue
trapped inside of you
words dance to seduction
left, a message raps the door
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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