Lost inside a shadowed forest,
hearing sighs of love's lament,
by the gray and moaning waters,
hoping soon that I will wake...
From this sleep, since I last saw you,
darkest eyes invade my soul,
phantom dreams swirl all about me,
spindly fingers push me deeper,
In the breatheless black of nowhere,
pulse of life is fading fast,
I shall fall into the chasm,
where a thousand souls have passed.
Welcome to AD, Cela, and thanks to Lin for putting me in touch with your work.
John
Anna
Regis
Love the rhythm and the imagery. Great picture, too.
Carol
"...a thousand souls"? Try millions. Lost love is torture. And you have penned it well!!
Blessings, Lin