XXXI Days of Poetry - Day the Thirteenth
Dream Song, asked and answered
Salloq slipped out of the boat
and into the water, the last
few steps to the uneven shore.
The moon hung low, Night tense,
watching, waiting, for what comes.
You keep kindling
fires in my heart
where there should
only be cold ash.
(even) More than
your body, I hunger
to know your mind.
Look upon Promontory Rock
Jutting from the cliff-side
in brash, bold etched lines.
It is its own proscenium arch
and stage together, demanding
your attention. Drawing every eye.
Deep in Night's Shadow
I yearn for you. I wish
to hold you close in the
enveloping Darkness and
know every nuance of how you tremble.
Some dreams hurt so much,
there is no response,
not even sadness.
I will travel to the
Well of Lost Hope and
sing the Dream Song,
of colors now faded,
outlooks now jaded,
(My
world
turns
slowly
in
fitful
arc.)
My transitory level
of appreciation for
slowly passing hours
matters not, My Lady.
What matters is Truth,
and the Song, and You.
XXXI Days of Poetry (2016)
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[ART - "Dunnottar Castle" by Waller Hugh Paton (1828-1895)]
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