Mantlepiece of Dreams
The louring clouds breathing down on me,
Aiding life's growing woes,
Swathed in Belted plaid I sit perched upon
My antiquated throne,
Scouring abandoned books seeking light
As darkness grows,
The delving into unloving hearts leaves a mind
That's made of stone.
The mantlepiece of dreams where my most
valued treasures rest,
The windows dressed in damask gold never
Face the bitter cold,
Where I fill my world of beauty as you stripped
Love from my breast,
I sit and wonder in my loneliness as the cobwebs
And I grow old.
Once I saw my life in the flames of passion,
Those eternal days of youth,
Now I wither in my own silence the warm flames
Possess new meaning,
Reflecting on the pictured walls glimpses of shadows
And of truths,
No darkness sits above this throne, lonely nights
Turn to dreaming.
A family gathered of graduation portraits adorning
The bleak walls,
Of curtains flung open and nature dancing the sun
And moon collide,
A hero as a father but as a man , a hurting child
With many flaws,
And beauty not on a mantlepiece but always
By my aching side.
The unseen heart and soul has long since flown
This world of pain,
what's left is nothing more than a living corpse
Within a beaten frame,
All my living days I treated life like it was just
Another childish game,
But your heart I keep on the mantlepiece,
My tears the window pane.
Copyright ©
Daniel Caplin
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