Vagrant Heart

Vagrant Heart

A Poem by Rece Fantoma
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It's funny, how, when left to it's own devices, who the heart remembers fondly. Surpassing all things, even death.

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If one thing haunts my dearest wish 
And chills the space between each tattered breath 
It's the soft and quiet surrender 
Knowing evening's met it's restless death 
And there entwined in reapers silks, 
Where dawn dissolves it's final plea, 
That I should wake to find you missing 
Where in my dreams you sang for me. 
Should sorefoot poets make to jest 
And ask which features favored be 
I could not cheapen the remainders rest 
Even for the time you sang to me 
And there like echo on her perch 
Would I recite your every part 
And hold them all on equal stage 
Upon this pedestal, my heart...  

© 2010 Rece Fantoma


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Mesmerizing, and beautifully dark. You're a great writer. Every line has something to offer, this pulled at the heart strings a bit. :)

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