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Jasmine Chiles Poem
He sat on the bench
Watching the snow fall.
His snow white hair blending
Together with the snowflakes.
Wings stretched from his back.
They were the shape of a bird’s and had white feathers.
He closed his eyes, letting the snow fall on his face.
Enchanting, though no one could see.
Not the old lady who walked her small dog
Or the children who played in the snow drift.
But one boy did notice him.
This boy locked onto him with ruby red eyes.
His hair was black as night and bat wings stretched from his back.
He walked over to the other boy and sat next to him on the bench.
Peace.
Darkness.
They represent each other as their hands find each other.
Their fingers entwine, linking them.
Both close their eyes.
Their wings seem to cover each other.
The boy with white hair reached up and stroke the other’s wing.
Blue eyes shining, despite the sadness.
He wanted this moment to last for eternity.
Longing.
Aching.
But it would do no good.
They both knew at the end of the day
They would have to leave each other.
One would return to darkness
While the other returned to light.
Light
And
Dark.
Counterparts forever.
“I will miss you when I leave”, the white haired boy said.
Tears flooding down his cheeks.
The other boy smiled sadly and wiped his tears.
“Despite the darkness around me, I will look to you as my light.”
Demon.
Angel.
World’s apart and yet still so in love.
Copyright © Jasmine Chiles | Year Posted 2016
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Jasmine Chiles Poem
I sit in my room.
Watching the wind.
My mind ponders the life I was given.
The thought of death chills me to the core
And yet I think of it.
For Death is a painful truth
While Life is a beautiful lie.
But I think of the Moon rising up in the sky.
Her beauty graces me.
Her light kisses my skin.
My heart beats
a little bit louder in Her presence.
I glow, glow so brightly that it’s as if
I am Her star.
I listen to Her voice,
Her song,
She creates freedom at my feet.
I open my window and I feel myself climbing the tree.
I long to get a closer glimpse of you.
Just one.
She makes me feel as if this is all worth it.
All this pain and darkness.
If I can stand in Her light
With Her forever more
My Moon, My true Love
Copyright © Jasmine Chiles | Year Posted 2016
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