The muse leaves me breathless as I turn the light on
Sitting in the shadow of purple light
Drink time as it drips from the walls
Sharp breezes abscond from beneath the door
Silence weeps from the candle bringing the night in closer
This is not the time to die without seeing you smile
A dance under the burning sky
Will not bring about tomorrow
Where a sin sleeps without a silent gift
Colours blend into mindless obscenities
Given time to die I will see you smile
Listen in the mist to the you that was meant to be
Soft as a dove I hear the lament of a soul shot in the dark
Hold as the floor falls up spinning the vortex
Close these feelings as satisfaction takes a bite of another apple
In time to die will you smile
The devil sips tea and drives nails into the skin
Lying somewhere else drawing laughter in the rain
Seeming so far away in another time and place
Drift sleep into a mirror like rain on the hour
If I never get to die I will see you smile once again
If this was the last refrain
Id count the lost sin
Let it drift
Never see me
In a remembrance
Blind shouts leave my eye
Lasting a spark
In another day
I will see you smile
Before I die
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"Soft as a dove I hear the lament of a soul shot in the dark
Hold as the floor falls up spinning the vortex
Close these feelings as satisfaction takes a bite of another apple"
The muse awes (takes the breath away) and inspires the narrator who wants to please her. Someone is shot--was it she? Or the narrator? He expects to die, feels satisfaction grinning and the devil hammering the coffin/skin. But it is dying of another sort, climactic and recurring and he will please her each time I think. AS you can see, Adrian, this is a hard poem for me--I am more sure of the tone than the meaning, which is fine with me. The narrator is happy/content and alive at the end--and tomorrow, too, she will smile.
your poems have a typically surreal quality that leaves us in a dizzy.lovely refrain.we may well wonder what smile it was that tossed this swelling soul. have a happy day brother.
This is so deep. The varied repetition of seeing her smile before you die said in different ways is thought provoking. It's sad, in some ways and yet, has hope left at the end.
A very strong piece - as we may expect from your poetry.
These lines really made an impact on me:
The devil sips tea and drives nails into the skin...
Another lovely share...I specially like the second and third stanza ~ smiles ~
the devil sips tea stanza is rather menacing....that he would take time to be so calm...the progression of seeing them smile though out...works well and that it will be another day they smile means today they will be alright...
A dance under the burning sky
Will not bring about tomorrow
Where a sin sleeps without a silent gift
Colours blend into mindless obscenities
Given time to die I will see you smile
I love it!
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