Dreams
dance with the crackle of the fire
Thoughts
rise with the plumes of smoke
Memories
of her sway with the flames
The
tears of time pool at my feet
As
the weight of the night presses upon my essence
My
broken heart flows thru my pen…
Words
like blood dripping from my soul
The
only regret that I will ever have
is
that I did not see her beauty one last time…
…before
the fall.
©
Sept 22, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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