Poets and Lovers
people always watch as the sun starts setting
like an eye, the stars focus in sight
the day’s decisions now turn to regretting
with the red vanishing to a violet light
the moon’s glow now casts shadows from the trees
the clouds like a wave cover the stars
phantom footsteps of rain heard on the leaves
and lighting cuts the sky without leaving scars
these twilight storms are made for lovers
and sad poets of the night
they sound like soldiers marching into war
debating between wrong and right
know that some are just softly sleeping in their bed
as this rainstorm barrels down into the streams
while other’s cannot stop weeping in their head
wanting to be woken from their dreams
as the poet writes his saddest piece in despair
tears fall to the paper like the rain from above
a fireplace philosopher in his old chair
looking out the window as the couple makes love
these twilight storms are made for lovers
and sad poets of the night
they sound like soldiers marching into war
debating between wrong and right
some search their entire lives for the one
like a sailor waiting for a ship that was never there
hoping their lives could somehow be undone
living on the wrong side of the word unfair
these twilight storms are made for lovers
and sad poets of the night
they sound like soldiers marching into war
debating between wrong and right
Copyright © Luke Steadman | Year Posted 2012
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