Healing
I jotted the first verse down in October 2005... unfortunately I'm a bit unsure with how I've closed it.Her footprints send shudders through the frozen winter of my heart.
And for once it feels like spring may blossom.
The cold so numb that all light had disappeared.
And yet she knew how to find me.
The false dawn still foreshadows the awakening of day once more.
And the long night releases its chilling grip.
An emptiness nearly tangible drains the soul.
And yet wait here for me she did.
A comforting caress of fingers through the tempest of my mind.
And whispers hint that the chaos will relent.
Nightmares in the unending restlessness haunt.
And yet together with me she is.
With gentle hands she heals.
Her eyes warm the soul.
A sweet voice calms my fears.
And with a smile deep scars retreat.
What dream is this?
Have I truly awoken?
What a dream this is.
Let me not awake to sorrow.
posted by Son @ 00:42
4 Comments:
If it is based on real life, maybe it is an unfinished story, hehe.
Perhaps, but I meant more about the quality of the verse. No matter what is going on in my life, if I write a poem or a story, I write it to stand on its own literary or conceptual quality, even if the inspiration is normally in some way from reality - whether my own or someone elses =)
you mean, october 2005???
hehe... unless you are writing for the future Son...
Ending wise? I like how its open ended... makes the reader wonder. Then again, its up to you... you are the writer. Be true to yourself :)
hehe, yes, 2005... fixed it now.
oh, with the ending, I meant that I'm not entirely happy with how it flows and sounds... I guess I'm really happy with the imagery and rhythym of first 3 verses, but I couldn't figure out comparable final verses.
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