I'll Save it for My Pen

I'll save it for my pen, On a wondering train,

In a midnight coffee shop, In a meaningless love song

She speaks with many voices, echoes with rocky shores,

Walks with an umbrella through a clear night sky.

Tip-toeing across the stars, sitting atop the moon.

It's your heart underneath, folding my hands to my breast

Whispering 'Listen', vanishing on a gust of wind

My hair dances, tunes to wrench my insides,

Delight, hopes are different forms in different tongues

But sound the same, The ghost-woman.

Wrapped in a phosphorescence, slithering through my vision.

Faded the dark, angels bones to the sidewalk,

All the dead ends, dimmed lights and a burning shade.

Sing different songs that sound the same,

Rituals to her making, rent the hunger of her distance.

My eyes go blind, faded pictures

Loves course runs for my hands,

Asks for my soul, says 'when I live free, live to ask a name'

'Rest' says I. 'The branches hang low, damned are the days'

'Spoke for you' returns the voices 'Love in eternal night'

Touches my cheek, my eyes are open wide.

Awake as the train shrieks, singing for rest.

Swinging wide broken doors, She stands on the platform

Whispers 'You've come home'

I will write again another morn.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Sugar and Spice]

Gorgeous! Wonderful use of language, i loved it :)

[ApocalypticChick]

This is really good. It is worded very nicely, and overall I really liked it.

[Kim]

such amazing detail and omagery. I really enjoyed this write. Love the ending.