Monday, May 29, 2006



You wander on midnight's ground,
Lost among a sharp forest of desire -
Deep and dim with a lifetime of longing.

Moody nocturne you brood beneath a moon
That bears a black of blacks -
A drowning void of starless sky, consuming

Your expression like a fever.
Still and glowing with a thrill
That loosens the past. What aching nostalgia

You reflect; what enchanting forms.
A rare rain, a strange chord,
A faint glance. From the cobwebbed

Corners of doubt to under my breath,
So heavy it shames the air.
Allowing the evening to embrace our figures,

You simply gaze through a thirst
And draw my endless affection.
The more I feel...

author unknown (and greatly appreciated)





siennastarr said...

Very nice... deep..


am4039 said...

I like this a lot.

thegirlnexdoor77 said...

The graphic goes so well with the poem...Loved the entry...Hope all is well...hugs,TerryAnn