Dark Meadow

I wait

In the meadow

Where we've made

Our bed.

I fall

Restless

Under

The trees

Waiting.

You said

You love

Me

Better--

My stars

Allure you

More

Than the

Fullness

Of Sun.

I wait

Under

The canopy

That your promise

Made--

The darkest 

Night

Am I,

For you

Who loves

The blackness

Of me.

I wait

Until I 

Am old

And grey

And dull.

I die,

Forgotten.

Morning

Comes,

But you

Never do.

Reviews

[Shin ( formerly known a..]

It appears to me he might have already, in a way. Can't imagine someone accepting promises otherwise....but the sunlight, when the stars are shining makes for a hot bed in the meadow. The stars would know that and its possible he does. Where is the herald? Under the haystack, his alarm clock turned on, fast asleep. A nice write!