. .disenchant. .

faded autumn ideals

pirouette around my heart

falling maple seed dreams

as i sit with hidden fingertips

that in their reaching

became too cold from waiting

pine needle carpets

keep the chill from going too far

when i lay down to offer my tears

the only warm thing i can easily release

the sun retreats quietly

as if my silhouette is too painful to cast

just another shadow bending in the gloaming

one more heart beating itself empty

as if the blood i possess is tired

too long trying with no star to show for it

if only the night remembered

the sound of faith moving in silence

praying for one more day

one more chance to be closer

to enough

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Published on Sunday, November 18, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on ". .disenchant. ."

A former member wrote: "the sun retreats" verse i felt in my bones. this is such a slow, loving death. i'm all clumsy hands and tears. i adore you.
On Friday, November 23, 2012, Narcissa (404) wrote:

I've missed this....First poem I've read in a really long time...glad I stopped by here first.
On Sunday, November 18, 2012, FadedBlues (2168) wrote:

...the autumn season reflects strongly in this, season of harvest, but for some, tears are the only bounty...
On Sunday, November 18, 2012, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

Love this one and can relate well to it. The lines "as i sit with hidden fingertips that in their reaching became too cold from waiting" elegantly capture that feeling of earnestness and steadfastness being overcome by physical reality. Lovely piece! Ciao, T/S