Unspoken Words
By Overactive Insomniac
The sunlight shone, once, so clear and bright
The sky woke, blue and wide
The warm winds sighed, so soft and high
The trees sang, low and sweet
And all around the season sprung
Till she opened her eyes, and cried
Where have I been?
Am I asleep?
Was that just a dream?
Turn out the light
Go back to sleep
Her heart begins to scream
The leaves are green, the bees they sing
A song of hope and life
The grass grows long, so cool and crisp
The birds laze in the trees
She looks about, and sees the truth
And pleads to feel the knife
Awake me now
No more, to sleep
I want to live and learn
The taste of life, the taste of blood
To feel lusts hot pursuit
And her skin begins to burn
A chill sweeps through
Foreboding wind, cold, and calm, and keen
The sky winks out; the stars grow dark
The trees begin to weep
And with a sigh, the birds fly by
Never again to be seen.
A stifled cry, a knowing sigh
Begins the end, again
Once more to sleep, alone and cold
To dream another spring
But her heart calls out, high and sharp
A story still untold
For endings past, and summer’s gold
A kiss still on her lips
And only then, will this one end
Unfurled, played out, and closed
And as her eyes close on the night
The light grows dim and fades
A smile will play across her face
For a friend, she had once made
Comments on "Unspoken Words"
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On Sunday, October 22, 2006, Aunty Depressant
(423) wrote:
Mmmmm, lingering kisses, keeping one held,...as the smile remains. Oh how love lasts, depends so much on how one takes leave. You know how to leave a sweet impression.
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A former member wrote:
waaw , I was caught by your words , I love this poem!!