When shadows of the night are
moving across the walls where
I sleep, tears freely flow and the
mind opens my long-shut heart.
Secrecy of the past fuses with
crimson flames now unconfined,
my trembling being lays silent in
the shadowy night; my sorrow
mingles with lost faith in love.
The moon threads silver cords
through yielding clouds
suspending these rays above
the landscape, I sit by the cooled
hearth, silent in my cocoon of pain.
Memories filled with passion
threaten to burst from the chasm
of my being; your voice rides with
the breeze through my open
window, taunting me; echoing
your last words without explanation…
10 thoughts on “Living Within the Memories…”
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Thank you Terry. Ann
This is beautiful…!
Thank you Emma
Ugh, very vivid. My heart aches for you.
Ann, this is a very passionate poem. I was reading it slowly in my mind and I felt the pain and loss and sadness from this. Thanks for sharing. cnw
Oh how hauntingly beautiful… The memories can be painful…
Thank you Christy for both of your comments, I find it amazing how understanding of poetry, the written word can bring people close and they feel more like friends than blog followers. Hope you week is wonderful. Ann
That’s so lovely to read your words about friendship, Ann. I understand what you mean. My week is busy but going well. I hope you are well too x
Yes, take care and thank you for caring. Ann
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