Traces of Love
As she steps towards me…
Her Wings fully expanded
I stand and fall backwards…
She steps and glides…
And catches my arm before I fall…
Let me be I cry…
Blue Eyes Dark and Bold…
But she does not listen
No… Her Gentle Blues rest softly on mine soul…
Waiting…
Longing
For a Kiss she knows I can not give her
The chains of my life grasp tighter around my wrists…
Seeing this… Light crosses her Eyes
Her Blood heats, as she tears the chains from my Arms…
She lifts me up…
She always has
Mine Eyes Closed I say the words…
Why have you come… You shall not stay
Tears fall down her fair cheeks
She pulls away…
She takes to the air…
I Grab her hand
This time I will not let you go…
Then again…
I never did
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PHOTO CREDIT – Girl with the White Hair
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Traces of Love
Posted in Entertainment, Life, Love, Music, Poetry, Scribblings with tags Love Gained, Love Lost on January 29, 2012 by darkjade68
White Feather
Posted in Entertainment, Fantasy, Life, Love, Poetry, Scribblings with tags Four White Feathers, Hope, Love Lost, White Feather on January 7, 2012 by darkjade68
White Feather
And so she left me with Four White Feathers…
As I lay upon the Sky…
Dark Hair…
Darkly Clad…
And Bright Green Eyes
Her Image was Brightly White…
I could not Breathe when I was near her
And as She turned to go…
A Tear in her Likewise Green Eyes…
I handed her back one White Feather and said…
This is for She that’s Breath did Bring Forth Life…
Her head tilted slightly, tears running down her soft, warm, fair Cheeks
I handed her yet another…
And this is for you… I Love Thee Like no other
With this, she took it, and nestled in closely, her Breath against my Neck…
Like that Night of our First Love
And this, I handed another…
Is for the Dark Haired one, that Stole away my Heart
She touched my face
And this… I handed my last
For the Golden Red Haired, who still holds my Heart…
Though she is Far, Far…
Too Far Away
At this, she Kissed me…
Warm, Sweet and Soft
She touched my face, and released my hand
Off to Angel’s Land
For Her Clouds Surely Part
As she rose, I fell, hardly upon my Knees…
Black Clouds did fill the sky
Rain did fall, Warmth did go…
As I cast these Hands, and Green Eyes to the Storm
Is there not One Feather Left…
Am I Doomed to be Alone…
DarkJade-
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