Strange that I should dread the approaching twilight, for I have never feared the cold of night before. That I should lose myself in the darkness is of inconsequence.
All seed sprouts turn green in the promise of youth and golden in the richness of life and perchance befruit a recollection sweet and brief on the pallet. Such is the fate of all things common and all things mortal; to clear the fields 'fore the seasons next planting. So why dismay the daylight’s departure?
In honest reply; for if I must sleep deep this night, I dread the not dreaming of you.
The feel of your delicate hands in mine, the burn of your tender tears on my cheek, the sunlight in your eyes and the way your smile quickens my soul have weighed lightly in the ark of my heart. So why should these recollections of your eternal embrace shame and burden me so this evening?
In trust you bestowed your precious passion unto my mortal soul and cruelest time shall see it shed as tears in the rain.
In the starless night, who shall guard and preserve the memory of your immortal love? Can I somehow entrust the feeling of your long silken hair sliding through my fingers or the tastes of your curves or the caress of your warmth to some finer mind than mine? Or would I that I could?
Greedily I scour my remembrance for the distant scent of your fragrance, or for the faintest traces of the sensations lingering on my fingertips that first explored unfamiliar terrain and all that remains so fair in my mind’s eye. Dearly, I crave to inhale in the moments of elation and feel the swelling of my being and the burnings of our passion and for to live again in your grace this and each moment until my last.
And at twilights final ebb there will be upon my lips, animated by the passing of my near last warm breath, my final apology and only regret: That this vessel has become too frail to memorialize your immortal perfection further and I shall beg your forgiveness my love, that I could no longer forestall the flames of forever from consuming the flowers we have dried together.
And when firmly in the first grasp of darkness, I shall endeavor to freeze upon my gaze for immemorial time the most wondrous beauty I've known and I shall whisper your name to illuminate your love to all creation with the very last flicker of my light.
Author notes
I wrote this poem as a wager of a sort.... Romantic poems have certain rules and a certain structure and form... If I broke the rules, stripped the form to the barest minimum could I still write a "poem" that anyone could like? Can sentiment work without form? It's just an experiment.... you decide.
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I love when someone reads my work,
only to find out that he is an astonishing talent.
There is one rule in poetry..
hit the heart and mind.....
ya got me right between the eyes with this...
like a cork screw to my heart....
Stunning!
And at twilights final ebb there will be upon my lips, animated by the passing of my near last warm breath, my final apology and only regret: That this vessel has become too frail to memorialize your immortal perfection further and I shall beg your forgiveness my love, that I could no longer forestall the flames of forever from consuming the flowers we have dried together.
My God ...that is brilliant!
it is I that must thank you...
for if not for your comment..
i may have never read such art.
God bless you my friend and poet..
we need all the we can get
in this war of words.
Liam
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Enchanting. To be honest, the first stanza didn't grab me, but I saw what you were doing and kept reading and I'm so glad that I did. You have some great phrasing in here and the further the piece goes on the better the flow becomes. (Or maybe, it just took me a little while to catch on to the rhythm...). I keep looking back to try and find a favorite line or stanza and I just can't decide. Very well written.
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This was absolutely exquisite !!!! One of the most beautiful things I have had the pleasure to read on this site thus far. A love that stretches beyond the reaches of time and space, I am left near speechless . Thank you dear poet for showing that this world still holds beauty, and that virtue still sometimes remains within the hearts of mortal man. ~Bret~
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WOW
That was wonderful. Where did that come from? The background and text colour made it so very easy on the eyes and I couldn't stop reading. Nicely done my friend!
Hugs,
vampy
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You can say what you want, but even this prose shows how poetic your mind is.
It turned out so very beautiful! Love inspires you, in a way or other, and what inspiration!
I would kiss the top of your nose if you have something like this written to me.
Now, because this poem made me smile and dream, I kiss your cheek.
Wonderful thoughts R.
Mari
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Totally Beautiful
I love the imagry and the way I feel like I am there. Great job and I can not wait to read more of your poetry!
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It's so obvious this is proclaimed by someone who has known and cherished someone in total loving admiration. Remember too my poetic hearted friend,this is the rarest substances of living a life.Beautiful in every sense this verse. Richness of memories gild the soul,and this kind of union will return to you as it has never left. Instead becoming embedded soul tincture in bound eternal.I'm bookmarking this! It says what we all wish we were capable of verbalizing.
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