You’re the dark mistress of my sleepless night;
The breeze that snuffs the candle, devours the light;
The blackness that I breathe; the urge I fight.
You are the perfect wrong to all that’s right.
You’re like the sweeping desert, dust and sand;
The quaking of the earth on which I stand;
The stark refusal to obey command;
You are the only thing I understand.
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You are the dream that lingers out of reach;
The mindless words entangled in my speech;
The courage that I seek to face the breach;
You are the only lesson I would teach.
You are the thoughts I hide, my gift to me;
A solitary image, but all I see.
Like a sinner staring at eternity;
You’re everything that is, or is meant to be.
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Gorgeous poem.
Nov 7th
beautiful.....
Nov 6th
Faulking incredible!
Nov 6th
Yeah, I really like the moving flame.
Nov 6th
Love it. Nice candle also.
Nov 6th
Beautiful .
Nov 6th
Lovely!
Nov 6th