remember me

an evening luv poem

 

 

 

   Remember me.

   Remember that the balance is enlightening.

   Constructed of large consequences of stone

   and the memories of stone.

   Nothing happens until the wave

   of rock says, "it's ok".

   OK to live,

   ok to smile,

   ok to hesitate

   at the gates of the convert;

   infidel of spring, happily

   engaged with the spellbound.

   Those who turn their heads

   but pry the furry moths off me.

   The true loveless magic men,

   congerng spirit,

   turning your pink dress

   into the balls of enmity

   and enslavement that

   only perfect worlds

   invade.

 

 

   Can I love you, hiding in the war room?

   When your true self,

   intercontinental,

   stands with flute

   and staff?

   When you accept as true

   a thousand, thousand whispers,

   as merciful a thousand, thousand

   times.

 

  

   You would much rather leave me.

 

 

   someone told me that,

   in a secret box,

   silence is where you

   hide your hands;

   (you know the place)

   where fear warms the room

   and night is no time,

   just a safe harbor

   to pull into.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

a truth in pain and show man ship here, which in passing has sails pointed to the eastern direction of dieing stars, guiding my mind beyond the contrails of time as a sea born child is lost.. amazing stuff

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. i'm not sure if i'm reading this poem as you intended ... (english is my second language) ... but i absolutely love it ... the last stanza especially ... i completely identify with what you say about "silence" ...

[Emily B]

these are words to come back to often