Poems

« Nocturnal Revelations | Poetry and Stories | One for my friend, DC »

April 26, 2005

Non-Descript

Pain lived where pleasure should have dwelt
And nature's cyclical change of season
Imposed itself on what we thought we felt
Causing emotion to try to dance with reason.
Slowly scooped out of the smouldering embers
Your image quickly takes a form of its own
Running after not the beginners, but the enders
Truth tiredly tugs on your sleeve to be shown.
As the individual wave retreats to the sea
And the ship returns, holed up at home
The words that are left are your poetry
Pasted together in the form of a poem.
And all of life seems to not be fair
As thrown kisses are lost in the cold night air.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 08:58 PM