In The Black (Terzanelle)A Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThis is the night, the dark flower of day.
Somnolent stars are suspended in space.
This is the night, the dark flower of day, an endless darkness of ceaseless embrace. My eyes are like stars that have drowned at bay, and there is a gray rain within my heart. This is the night, the dark flower of day. The moon rides high, her gentle light impart. Though there are no tears, I ache with the pain; and there is a gray rain within my heart. Blacker than ink, the night drips down the drain, and dead dreams live in melancholic ire. Though there are no tears, I ache with the pain. Silent and dark, I burn with the desire. I dream the dreams of desperate despair, and dead dreams live in melancholic ire. In the black, his name is etched in prayer. Somnolent stars are suspended in space. I dream the dreams of desperate despair, an endless darkness of ceaseless embrace. © 2010 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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Added on July 23, 2010Last Updated on July 23, 2010 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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