andrew eisenschenk
there is an evil to this place without you.
it is the movement in the dark.
my eyes, adjusting, for a form.
if only i could dream,
and distance could part.
as the weariness of a flash of light
twitches above, against the off-white of the walls.
what i can remember clearly,
i will hold.
to cherish your kiss
there, in the fleeting rain.
as smoke fills the space, a recoil of words,
of blue radiant against black.
you are the one.
it was there, in taking your hand;
the encroaching night,
a splice, this frame of life, of the past,
relived.
if what i know of you,
if what i feel.
until the encroaching fall,
an end to summer,
i wait against the shadowy enclosing;
bewildered by its yielding glow.
Author notes
I must pay dues; Rocky Votolato, for the lyrical/ musical inspiration.
A contest entry
- The Muse by someones-muse.
480 points, ended August 22, 2007, 18 entries
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this one made me cry a good deal. beautiful, really.
i need to talk to you.
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