Feb 26, 2006

A Kiss

Shrieking Still
Dark Night
Trial of will
And all his might

Frantic paces
Burning torture
His mind races
Heart in rapture

The stray twirl
The soft glance
Set him in a whirl
An eternal trance

She lay awake
Beads of sweat
A lot at stake
Desires whet

This is the moment
Of gain and loss
No time to lament
Fate’s own toss

He waits
She alights
Wolf cries
In the woods

He calls
She responds
A kiss






“Goodnight Papa”
She lies on her bed
A kiss
On her forehead

Dreams caress
Palls of slumber
Ruffling tresses
Sleep drowns her




The silent night
Wolf cries
In the woods
And he waits……

- The Lunatic Bard

7 comments:

Nero said...

And he waits... for?

The Soliloquist said...

@ nero: her. :-(
tried my hand @ suggestiv stuff , guess didnt succeed much.

Been reading the classics of late.. dont mind the romantisim ...

Neethi said...

im not quite sure i understand whose dream it is...papa's or the child's (forgive me for being so ignorant)

gus said...

wonderful!

The mocking spirit said...

Dreams caress
Palls of slumber
Ruffling tresses
Sleep drowns her

I like how u put her to sleep...
Its a beautiful poem...

The mocking spirit said...

Il be linking you...link me too.
I wanna keep in touch with ur works.

The Soliloquist said...

@mockin: thanks... er.. will try to do dat...