can you hear the distant drums beating like a heart in the wind

can you hear the distant drums beating like a heart in the wind
let the children dance their joy in the cover of the night
drawn together with the promises of a new sunrise
if I'd of known it would be the last time I watched you
walk out the door I'd of hugged you an kissed you
then called you back for one more
if I'd known that that was the last time I'd be there to
share your day I'd of spent a extra minute telling you how much I loved you instead of assuming you would know I do
beneath the tainted shades of bloody red,orange and rust
the leaves drift down as silently as their death
the murder of crows sit silently boring holes in my soul
feathers rustle In the breeze. as dark eyes gaze out
from between the branches
a ravens call breaks the silence calling this jury to judgement
turning my head to steal glances of those long dead
speak to me tell me the message that you bring.
these shadowed dreams and fleeting glimpses of yesterday
fill my ears will I ever love again
can you hear the distant drums beating like a heart in the wind
it's the sound of the one you still love


~ D Donner ~
Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is what happens when the VA forces xanax on you

you stay up all night writing whatever pops into your little brain

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XanderMitchell's picture

Really good work.

Really good work.

ashes_theartofburning's picture

Good lord!

No kidding!

Maybe I should start taking xanax...lol

 

Beneath the tainted shades of bloody red, orange and rust

I got such a great visual from this

And

These shadowed dreams and fleeting glimpses of yesterday

Just, wow!

Great work! (^_^)


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Jesster's picture

I liked it. Sorry about your

I liked it. Sorry about your lack of sleep but it did produce a good write. :)


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Sassylass's picture

your

lovely brain wrote this so well.

bittersweet....

hugs, Daniel

Koko

 


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

allets's picture

You Miss Her

Lovers do that when their beloved leaves them. I am so sorry. ~A~