I'm new on this site, see if one of these poems are interesting...'Developing the Pictures'
I embrace the impatience in my arms.
Sent by the river to do me harm.
But instead of harm, give me a place.
Where I can see the most lovely face.
Give me the wings to fly away,
to heaven where the angels stay;
where tranquil peace fills the hearts of those,
who from the prison of life arose,
to seek love, passion, peaceful sleep.
But sound sleepers always awaken, to the smell of fire burning deep;
the sight of dreams that start to weep.
As demons slash the night away,
and build a hot and hellish grave,
for the dreams that were swept away,
from the eyes of dreamers.
And leave me with the haunting thought that I would never see her.
But even with the sun in sight, I evade and close my eyes.
And build some shade to shield from demise.
So I can feel the night again, and feel the kiss, the love, the dream and then. Say this night will never end.
An eternal portrait shows itself. But in truth the sun will always send
eternal portraits back to the shelf.