In our past lives
We passed as ghosts,
We briefly touched,
It left a mark
Invisible upon our skin,
Burrowed deep,
It scarred our hearts
Our eyes will search
The darkest vault,
Discover stars
That doth align
They'll burn our eyes
And leave us blind
Blinding love,
Immortal sign
Stumbling forth,
We query why
Compelling love
So long, suspended
We had but to
Open our eyes
Enlightened now
Our torture,ended.
2012 © LH
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Mindfield
Grinding teeth, bleached white tombstones
Sleeping soldiers, lost in dreams
Buried deep, the caustic tongue
Whispers of a war beneath
Behind the poppy coloured lips
She masks an agonising pain
The copper taste and sanguine froth
Spill forth in conflict once again
Foaming as a rabid dog
The kindest cure, to take her life
Sleep with soldiers in their tombs
And flick the trigger switch to night
Dark tendrils stroke her war-torn head
Her tongue is silent in its grave
He stole her mind, her heart escaped
In the end that was all she gave.
2012 © LH
Sleeping soldiers, lost in dreams
Buried deep, the caustic tongue
Whispers of a war beneath
Behind the poppy coloured lips
She masks an agonising pain
The copper taste and sanguine froth
Spill forth in conflict once again
Foaming as a rabid dog
The kindest cure, to take her life
Sleep with soldiers in their tombs
And flick the trigger switch to night
Dark tendrils stroke her war-torn head
Her tongue is silent in its grave
He stole her mind, her heart escaped
In the end that was all she gave.
2012 © LH
Sunday, 1 January 2012
The Sycamore in Winter
Curious Corvids skirt beneath the cinereous clouds
A tumultuous wave of curling and swirling
In the crepuscular light they inhabit your bough
Rooted to the spot, scrutinized, analyzed
Disrobed and shivering, you reach out to me
I find you ugly, however, it's alluring
The guise of your sway,
When the light caresses your languid limbs,
For a brief moment, you appear radiant.
writerscafe
2012 © LH
A tumultuous wave of curling and swirling
In the crepuscular light they inhabit your bough
Rooted to the spot, scrutinized, analyzed
Disrobed and shivering, you reach out to me
I find you ugly, however, it's alluring
The guise of your sway,
When the light caresses your languid limbs,
For a brief moment, you appear radiant.
writerscafe
2012 © LH
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