Idle hours
7 February 2010
Night falls
And the door of
Loneliness
Opens once more
Wandering thoughts
Leading deeper
Endless hours
Pass by idle
Tears born of
Frustration
Wanting so much
To believe
While truths falsities
Ebb and flow
Raging as the sea
To shed tears of happiness
Heart swollen with joy
From the gift of truth
Another should bestow
But what illusions spring
From a bounty of words
While reading the pages
Of one’s very soul
A beacon in the darkness
Wrapping round the heart
Come to life on a virtual page
Where freedom is found
Chained spirits do soar
And the abyss calls you
By name
My web
Now creates your spider
You now crawl
As I become wider
My catch
Is now your meal
You now feast
As I become unreal
Ravenstooth
My web
Now creates your spider
You now crawl
As I become wider
My catch
Is now your meal
You now feast
As I become unreal
Ravenstooth
Touché
Touché
this is a beautiful and moving poem to me Jill – I feel the ache and smile, knowing the joy can return…
this is a beautiful and moving poem to me Jill – I feel the ache and smile, knowing the joy can return…
as always, Karin, thank you for your kind words…
as always, Karin, thank you for your kind words…