My strangerA Poem by Deborah ShepardInto the halls in cellos breathe, his wing beckons my hand
Yesterdays stranger has followed me to my moonlight terrace
Bathed in Fatina stars, across the winds tormented
Lasting breathes in soft hellos
Vesper longing, wanting the flamed desires
His kiss, Caspian fair
He flowed the each moondrop there
My strangers hands talons flesh
Eyes melt the passion the souls face
He lifts Celeste veil,gatherd roses in wrapped Castile vase
Within my doorway he came my way
Black roses he called me in the darkest shadows
He sees me in each lost night, My vampiric love
I give the sun to the mortals, join you my darkest one
Feed carnal hunger with wings azure dampen
Grounds demons shelterd amougst them
In haunting I feel the gentleness
© 2008 Deborah Shepard |
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Added on April 5, 2008 Last Updated on April 5, 2008 AuthorDeborah Shepardyelm, WAAboutABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..Writing
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