She glides on wings in the night

Our dreams are as real to us as life itself, but the sun can break apart the locks to our secret places…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She glides on wings in the night,

with deafened ears and blinded sight.

Pages turn and centuries pass;

moments cease in frozen glass.

 

She walks on wings in the night,

living fantasies of faithless might.

When the light of truth floods her eyes,

her fragile body faints and dies.    

     

The devastation of desire, 

and the desecration of creation,

brings the hoofbeats of the horsemen,

and a haunting revelation.

    

Hollow, hollow is my haven,

I horrid-hear the screeching of the raven.

And now in empty solace I resign;

a solitary path in life is mine...

 

Author's Note

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." ~ Albus Dumbledore

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

Waiting and hoping for a better time, never helps..because time can heal but it cannot transform..Living life now is the key to living..Wonderfully said. hauntingly aching poetry

[Dushyant Thadani]

There are so many writers here who hope to have the command on this language, just the way you have. The best part about this work is that I can see a few poets in the last stanza just like cfix, but I can't really pinpoint. But amazing write anyways, had a great time reading it.

[cfix]

"Hollow, hollow is my haven,
I horrid-hear the screeching of the raven.
And now in empty solace I resign;
a solitary path in life is mine..."

I hint a touch of Poe here, This is amazing Craig!
This is one of my fave's from you.
So-very nicely written.