A Poet's Story

Escaping  twisted taunted illusions of love

I reached for dangling words pulsating life

Comforting and rehabilitating each line to my mind

Seeking ease from the lies that chased me here

Crumbled up like the love letters on my floor

A writer's treasure trove world created by words

Releasing all the spinning waves of shapes that

bounce off the walls from the voices in their heads

Brought back from the Universe put to meaning

One reach for a favorite scribe and hope smiles, 

in the tangled sadness of his words

The hope excels to dreams of loving arms

and soft nights sharing our dark secrets

The story begins as the sun rises and light reveals truth

Togther, love protects our dark treasures we keep  

hidden under masks of falsehoods 

Hand in hand we stand guard over the other 

keeping the depths of our darkest secret safe

If only this tale's ending was like that of a fairytale

Where endings never come and love is a blossom

Growing entwined under starry nights 

Handed off to bright sunny days

There is no truth in happily ever afters

Reviews

[Misery]

Well said...well put...well done, my dear, dear poet.
I would say more, but what is there to add? For as Shakespeare revealed..."The rest is silence".

[Jen]

Thank you...the rest echos in the quiet moments of infinity

[Misery]

You are welcome, Jen Blossom.