moonlight illuminates my dull and deadened bedroom
as shadows from the curtains dance about the walls
I find myself feeling as alone as the hours past midnight
and before dawn
I sit here in the darkest hours of the night willing to give
my soul to the devil to be with her one last time
I live for these moments of pure incoherent clarity
when she speaks to me in technicolor memories
with my poetry I Try to paint with words pictures that
can't be seen but only felt
with broad strokes come forth the portrait of loves demise
and the pain carried for evermore
~ D Donner ~
Love and light to you my
Love and light to you my friend thank you for sharing.
Technicolor Memories
with my poetry I try to paint with words
Very beautifully painted.
Debbie
Rich With Melancholy
Silhouette (for Daniel)
.
The wind whips the curtains
of years gone, dreams refusing
to fade, songs sung. The
shadows become a cipher
I easily decode into a face,
a smile returned, the gentle
sound of wit in laughter.
.
The wind shifts, eases,
then dies, and your face
fades as the reflection
stills and quiets.
.
Stella Crews
07-03-15
1206p
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