I painted my walls
a deep shade of night
floors –
the essence of sun
I slipped through the shadows
and ran through the weeds
out past the places
I remembered
undone
every dream
unpretending
to be as before –
times I swore not to sleep
anymore
lest truth
find me drifting
in realms beyond this
moored to forever
– cursed by a kiss
another one day
tis my fate to recall
how my tears
just beginning –
were destined to fall
as rain
to the flowers
bloomed in my stead –
as rivers of somewhere
roll ‘neath
my bed
. . .
Bumba said:
!!!!!
PapaBear said:
“as rivers of somewhere
roll ‘neath
my bed”
For goodness sakes, Bobbie, stay in bed !!! Ha !
Liked the poem a lot though. …………………………….xo
grandfathersky said:
Are the raindrops not tears shed by Angels of our plight?
johncoyote said:
Amazing poetry. Made the reader ponder and think.
johncoyote said:
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.