There are many repeated elements in these (poems),simply these elements are the muse that sustains my thought. My favorite form of poetry is the epic. From this I borrowed the style that narrates a story but due to a turbulent mind and a mercurial muse, many of these (poems) lack the length that is characteristic of the epic.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Dreams
As the Sun dipped into the sea,
and Moon smiled at the world,
She lay in the darkness listening
To the sighing of her soul.
Tragedies from the day,
slowly faded into nothingness.
Eyes lazily closed,
In an instant as her mind
lost its clutch on her heart
a through a door that
materialized in this stillness
He came.
In this world,
in her dreams he reigned.
Eyes widened in a heartfelt surrender,
this illusion captured in every breath,
every heartbeat called out to him.
In a heart, surrendering,
a shroud of darkness crept in,
smoldering this blossoming dream.
She conceded to the bitter truth.
Where even in her this world
she cannot have him.
She wept painfully, from her soul
Tears began to flow,
sealing the portal forever.
In her heart a dungeon of pain
replaces this dream,
the mortar of grief
bound her to reason.
She is expected to be cast of stone
with a heart, colder than
an arctic chill.
He knows nothing of her fears,
Her tears concealed from him,
Anguish masked by dark eyes.
In his world, she is cruel,
caught up in a web of wicked games,
The passionate knight sighs,
servant to the black queen,
simply a pawn to her corrupt lies...
Once again those eyes close,
and in the weakness of sleep,
for an instant, there is softness
and compassion in that cold heart,
a forgiveness evades the air
and he enters once again.
Nandi 01-02-03
and Moon smiled at the world,
She lay in the darkness listening
To the sighing of her soul.
Tragedies from the day,
slowly faded into nothingness.
Eyes lazily closed,
In an instant as her mind
lost its clutch on her heart
a through a door that
materialized in this stillness
He came.
In this world,
in her dreams he reigned.
Eyes widened in a heartfelt surrender,
this illusion captured in every breath,
every heartbeat called out to him.
In a heart, surrendering,
a shroud of darkness crept in,
smoldering this blossoming dream.
She conceded to the bitter truth.
Where even in her this world
she cannot have him.
She wept painfully, from her soul
Tears began to flow,
sealing the portal forever.
In her heart a dungeon of pain
replaces this dream,
the mortar of grief
bound her to reason.
She is expected to be cast of stone
with a heart, colder than
an arctic chill.
He knows nothing of her fears,
Her tears concealed from him,
Anguish masked by dark eyes.
In his world, she is cruel,
caught up in a web of wicked games,
The passionate knight sighs,
servant to the black queen,
simply a pawn to her corrupt lies...
Once again those eyes close,
and in the weakness of sleep,
for an instant, there is softness
and compassion in that cold heart,
a forgiveness evades the air
and he enters once again.
Nandi 01-02-03
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