Time Like You
by Mark Wildes
Monday, November 03, 2003
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In a time like you, that fell foray, I do attempt to find that moment that drift away.
For my mind does not speak like it used to do, when birds flew high in the Aspen sky, and midnight chimes felt so right.
The cold night air, the snow coming down.
In the air again, drunk, on love, we never found.
Perfection, like your birth, I give to you my only worth.
For it is my forbiddance to see you alone, unless you find a time of your own, to roam, like we do. Us spirits.
Spirits out here, requesting a way back into the skin, my love.
I am sorry that I died. I am sorry that I left you here.
It was not my intention, my dear.
Our life, when we met, was forever. I remember what you said to me.
All those dreams and what was meant to be.
A candle flickering in a dark room. I see you with your table and silent gloom. A talking board and planchette, the way it dazzles your mind like I was actually there. Your tears.
I hate them.
Please do not cry.
I said goodbye, when I left you.
Now you can pick up where I left off . . .
for me, please.
- Mark Wildes.
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|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Ooooooooo this is splendid, a true poetic wordsmith you are!
|Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
In a time like you, that fell foray
Holy mackerel, Mark! This is just brilliant imagery!
You've succeeded in blowing me entirely away. And THAT takes a great deal of doing.
What an opener!
Can you send me THIS?
It's too too beautiful!!!
A masterpiece of English literature.
All the best,
Poetry in Emotion
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|A warm, tender write, Mark.|