I will walk with you to the darkA Poem by cassandra violetI
wish that I could hold you longer, But
time has brought you the fate of the fading leaves Dangling
on the branches of this tree we sit under. I
drift in dreams driven by desire, dancing with faith, While
your thoughts face the gates of acceptance, they
call to you, conjugating your character, Breaking
the bone of your mentality, shattering its pieces on the floor of despair. The
light that once dressed your eyes becomes the ride of a wave ended Crashing
with reality, and we are drowned in reason facing
the fact that you will walk a dreary path, You
have been wounded by the stab of time, you’re
going to die. But
love of mine, I’ll never leave you, I’ll stand by your side. My
touch will be the merging morning dew that breaks the night, My
lips the peak of light, a shinning sunrise, My
voice the vivid afternoon sun, Warming
you until it inevitably has to rest Where
then I’ll be the color of its set, Holding
on, until the last of the glow is gone. I’ll
make sure the remaining suns you have Shimmer
brighter then the fire of sorrow. I’ll
tell the birds to sing their souls, I’ll
paint flowers on the fields bordering the road down which you must go, I’ll
blanket your senses in pleasure, Kissing
your lips when you slip into sadness, Feeling your flesh with more longing then love knows, Watering
you so that your branches may grow their full height before
they break from the weight of fate’s spite. I’ll
hold your hand as you part, Reminding
you that, I too, will someday walk into the dark. My
petals will wither, I’ll smell the stench of death’s breath but
once I have drifted into eternal rest, I’ll
be with you again, in a place where the light never grows dim, Where
we can make love in a bed of eternal beginnings, Showering
in the shimmer of our desire’s fire As it
glistens on the falling tears of our reunion. After
years spent in lonely lament, you’ll be content in my arms, Falling
asleep in them every night as we watch heaven’s stars. © 2010 cassandra violetFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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