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:
And he waits... for?
@ nero: her. :-(
tried my hand @ suggestiv stuff , guess didnt succeed much.
Been reading the classics of late.. dont mind the romantisim ...
im not quite sure i understand whose dream it is...papa's or the child's (forgive me for being so ignorant)
wonderful!
Dreams caress
Palls of slumber
Ruffling tresses
Sleep drowns her
I like how u put her to sleep...
Its a beautiful poem...
Il be linking you...link me too.
I wanna keep in touch with ur works.
@mockin: thanks... er.. will try to do dat...
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