Not Yet The Long Sleep

Glittering dark, dancing
Before my eyes, closed
Everything I see, shadowed
In roaring silence
I hear
Falling
A feather
Soundless, a brush
My lovers touch
Bitter, life's bile
Sweet, love's taste
Shadows of tomorrow
Darken the path of yesterday
What was will not be
What is, stands
Before my eyes, open
My life

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

WOW! Beautiful.

Ray said...

Thank you so much...it means a lot that you read my poems regularly...It makes me wanna write more often...