Tonight I keep you hidden,
In the broken corners of my dreams.
Caress your face in the fathomless shadows,
Till I wake with silent screams.
Under a pale shadow-moon
a night-bird flutters ominously.
Winged portent of my soul.
The beginnings of how my heart was rent
to bits by an iron-will.
I put it back : bit by bit.
Futile efforts by a blind Fool.
They tell me that love-bred flowers always die.
Who knew tonight that would fly?
The movie-hall lies abandoned.
Amidst spit-stained walls I sit
Alone
And watch the sad sad re-runs of my past mistakes in black and white.
(Pass me the bloody popcorn somebody!)
and the sepia tinted past becomes stark in black and white when one looks back. in the grey half-light of solitary daybreaks and the lonesome evening walks. pilgrimages to routes that once held too much to be walked without a slap of memories.
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write on.
Thank you :D
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