resting in your dreams

resting in your dreams

 

 

in ten years, 

my urn will sit atop your sill

 

you will still be my window

to the poetry of love

although my ashes will be writing

twisted journals

of fiery altercation

 

and putrid eradication

will you sift through my de-boned brain

looking for clues

as to how i saw right through you?

 

will your understanding finally be put to rest

finding a half-full box 

of combustible thoughts

with nothing left to read,

 

the charred remains of a soul

still in love

always in love

looking out that window

with ashy eyes sparkling

still

from that sill

 

you can never burn stagnate passion

into submission,

because it's immovable

and still waiting---

 

even as the light outside

starts to set.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/13/17

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is one heck of a love story/poem. I love the term stagnate love. Never moving. Excellent write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Poetic Beauty...
j.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are quite welcome

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong and honest words my friend.
"you can never burn stagnate passion
into submission,
because it's immovable
and still waiting---"
The above lines. Solid and true. You made many solid points in the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Coyote...appreciate you.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.