I will walk with you to the dark

I 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. 

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

Impressive yes, the amount of committment it would take to make this happen is bewidering. Turning something like death into beauty is very hard. Once can get lost in the pictures you paint, comfortating, supporting and stimulating one from light to darkness. Wonderful writing, beautiful images.

[Machiavelli]

I love your poems they are so interesting :)

[MiidniightSoul]

A very beautiful poem you have written here. Romantic, lovely, moving. "Breaking the bone of your mentality, shattering its pieces on the floor of despair." Such a well written line, so many emotions. Great poem.