Time Train RomanceA Poem by KaitSeeing your long deceased lover at a funeral, would you remember?
Eyes agape as my senses swoon, Watching eagerly as she glided through The thickness of the cranberry room
Turning her cheek to avoid the view Our spirits revived from sights anew While struggling to compose herself, she flew Between the unfamiliar madness grieving had brewed And the flickering, dim lights Placed around the crimson room
My mind squirmed in wonder, Overwhelmed by this Siren’s splendor ‘I have known her once before’ ‘Yes, I know, I have known’, confided the screaming mental war
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Object of my affection, Residing in 1867; I was tethered beside thee, Loving more and more each day Until Red Death
came, bleeding your soul angrily, Mocking my desperate plea “Beautiful spirit, please stop soaring, but instead take me.” This pain is something I cannot bear; Never feeling your beating heart Or drinking in your longing stare ~~~
Snap back; At that moment, I shuttered, Brainless observing my deceased lover
How could this be? Many moons have passed me by Since the night I saw you fly, On a billowing cloud in divine light. Drifting over with tranquil pace I swore; 'Again I will see your face In a realm less crass than this, Awakening thee with a loving kiss, And wrapping my arms around you in unconditional bliss, I promise you this.'
~~~ Standing beyond me Across a vast, crowded room She waits for me to make the first move Pulling apart my strengthened heart I've relentlessly waited for this to start.
As we stand in the space we desired to attain I meet my modern love, Although 200 years have waned, She is just as breathtaking as that fateful day. © 2012 KaitFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on August 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 20, 2012 AuthorKaitNew York, NYAboutManhattanite attending FIT with hopes of a bright, lucrative future as a fashion editor. (2013) Life is about accepting the events that shape your character, and ascending over the obstacles. I'd .. more..Writing
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