The ticking watch
Reminds me it’s late.
The match flares to light the candle…
The flickering flame
Of a nervous heart
And the darkness hidden in the heart of hearts
I take your hand.
As the shadows dance on the opposite wall,
We drown in a violent tide.
The blood rolls down its sides
And the pain is numbed
By the light
Your face rests lightly on my chest
As my fingers lose themselves in your hair.
And, we listen to a distant train
Ripping the night…
While the white sword
Promises to remain bright.
And, as our lips meet again…
I draw the strength from your tongue
And the candle flares up…
Before the final plunge into shadowy nothingness
We lock each other in the eternal embrace
As, the blanket of night watches over us.
4 comments:
It is beautifully intense...generating a similar kind of emotion in the reader...again i love the scene creating style of yours....something like watching a movie....feeding the reader's imagination....good work....i like it....keep writing
this work of yours somehow forces the reader to visualise in his mind the scene that you have created with your words.i may not have experienced something like this but while reading this poem,i am filled with a strong sense of deja vu.............
It is amazing how the deepest love requires no conersations.....
dats d best picture love cud hv gotten............dat of a candle..........jus dat dis candle burns on forever...........loved it...........
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