Lantern Burn a Gateway
Lantern Burn A Gateway
I waited at the edge of this deserted cave for you to come
to take me home.
Scatter my ashes in the hillside
Overlooking the blue sea
Paint my face with this red dirt. Harsh is this desert sand
The sun bakes my flesh and dissolves my saliva
My last day’s death a serpent cometh on me
In haste even my lantern bows slowly day by day
Day is night my oil burns fast
Hurry my love I wait.
Take me away from here remember me
The flight soars high always a bloom the exit only a new.
Pen paper all wrapped up my last sweat, last breadth
Last teardrop.
I made it my sweet; slow is your walk, my heels wish you near
Be close yet stay far.
I waited to play my harp for you
Come when the dice man role your numbers
No sooner, better yet later.
©2005 Pamela Creary PAC
Copyright © Pamela Angela | Year Posted 2008
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