Wooden Town

Dark romantic

In the midst of the gilded shame so,
Wading through the murk when the lights were low,
Fighting the crime inside the soul
That the Devil by the corner of Wooden Town would know.

In the moments of helpless steps disarray
When I thought the darkness was here to stay,
When guessing the words that my old silence would say,
It was a matter of love, about every day.

You. 
With the wind. With the rain. The darkness and the glow.
With the fire and the passion. With the sand and the snow.
Are. 
With my life and a light that burned bright and high.
With forever. And. The very end of time.
Mine.
In every breath. Every word. Every morsel of my being.
With every step. Every beat. Every fragment that lives.

Reviews

[Cfmcqueary]

You Are Mine....time.

I really like this piece, thanks for sharing!

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Thank you.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another thinking poem. It does alter the rhyming scheme from stanza three onwards. Once more you put together a poem filled with tasty metaphors and silky phrases.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Thank you. The idea (or lack of it, perhaps) was chaotic romanticism.