Collecting light
We are bathing in light,
resting from shadow,
lamenting through night.
home fires are burning
in coloured glass jars,
flickering bright.
An afterglow of sweet memories
breaths soft contented sighs.
Moons fluid silk shimmers beyond sky.
Peppered Moth defies instinct
seeking safe illumination,
from magnetised flight.
We...
Wednesday 15th December 2010 10:27 pm
a nice moving poem, my most touching in over a decade
for a very special lady who brought some nice times and made me smile and happy. i remember and dedicate this poem to you, once my gothic gal. be well my friend:)
ON HIS SHOULDERS RESTED A GHOST
While going to see a heavy metal band Evil Beneath, he met a soulmate on the bus, he almost never went coz he had so little cash...
Thursday 20th May 2010 10:47 pm
Wreck of hopes
Our meeting was an accidental,
But I am so sentimental,
So romantic, so sensitive and gentle.
I praised him to the skies,
I idealized my Peter
Thinking he was sweeter
Than any fresh peach.
And his speech! Wow!
It sounded like neoclassic music,
Like a roar of sea waves,
Like an echo in the caves.
I didn’t forget about champagne and a candl...
Sunday 16th May 2010 10:21 am
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