Friday, April 29, 2005


like moonlight
falling over me
Darkness surrounding
whispering her name
Echoes roll across my flesh
Burning me
Turn around in silence
cold light of winter gray
streaming wind and vapor
and ashes from embers
once fiery
with passion's unrest
Now, dead
This was my love

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Blogger Amie said...

that sounds so sad.

when those who should seem closest,seem like people I don't even know,one thing can always cheer me,I know that Someone is near me.

Have a happy weekend M+!

6:27 AM  
Blogger JustTerry said...

Very Nice
I have been wondering when you would start writing again. I knew it was coming. 8-]

Just remember No one walks the road alone. it only feels like it.

7:30 AM  
Blogger M+ said...

I probably should've explained that this was less from my heart and more from my head... I woke up this morning with this poem banging around inside. Most likely from the dream I had. What I remember of it, anyway.
That and some sympathy for JT's situation. Which has been heavy on my heart. And possibly from the fact that I watched Van Helsing last night. Very dark.
Thanks for your concerns, though. I do appreciate it.

7:41 PM  

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