My Sweet Farewell

Shadow Candles

Such sweet sounds
During this time,
Yet so delicate,
I am afraid to hold it
For fear that it would shatter at my touch.
But I pick it up
In my trembling hands anyway.
I hold it gently,
Cradling it as if it were a child
Of some old, but treasured item.
I see movement from the corner of my eye,
I look up to see you.
You smile sadly to me and say:
"I'm sorry, but I must go on without you."
You turn and head for the door.
I follow,
Forgetting what preciousness I hold in my hands.
As you close the door behind you,
Without a backward glance,
The sweet sounds shatter on the ground
And I am plunged
Into darkness and despair.

I sit here,
Surrounded by candlelight,
The smell of incense,
And the sad, desolate music of my soul,
As it always is when I am here.

Lost in thought,
I think of you.
Though I have never seen
Nor heard you,
I believe that I know you.
But I can never be sure,
For things change quickly.

A chill runs up my spine
And I shiver.
I wonder,
Where are you?
Wishing that we could speak.

Sleep pulls at the corner of my mind,
But I ignore it,
As I am so used to doing.
I press on with my thoughts.
"If things were different..."
"If only I could just..."

I sigh,
Know that what I dream
Could never be.
A candle flickers,
Casting strange shadows across the wall
And does the same to my mind.

I am trapped
Within the confines of my life.
I again wish to be free.

I read your letter again,
Going over it in my mind.
It screams:
"I miss you, where are you?"
In ever sense,
The sound echoing in my head.

A sharp pain in my shoulder,
And the sleep
That had been softly tugging at my mind,
Gives a final pull.
I fall...

True Love

True love
That comes to me in dreams.
Whom I know,
Or so it seems.
Sweet love of mine
Comes from far away
During the sleep of night
Or my dreams in the day.
I wait
For the two of us to meet again,
As we do know
Or through my pen.
For I tell the truth
Through what I write.
Though no others may know
Lest they come to light.
True love,
That comes to me in dreams.
Whom I know,
Or so it seems.

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