Poe's Reverie Poem by Agatha Eliza

Poe's Reverie



keep this silent thought with you,
tonight, my darling lover,
in the flamboyant decorum
I'm reading Poe's poem..
it's called 'The raven'
just wait..it's 'Nevermore'..

I see the vapors of a dream
as they slightly fade away
the door that cracks;
Oh! the moment..the tension
'nevermore' again;
the reverie lies in suspension!

how could he create such vision?
was he dead..was he..alive?
or was the night too deep,
the opium smoke too thick?
maybe..it was the wine.
or the sparke of his mind
reflected the shine of his eyes?

the shadow appears on the wall
disturbing the stillness of his soul,
but where had the dawn gone
for so long?
it's way too long..
the sounds he hears begin to take form!

sheltered by a nocturnal sanctuary
this unwelcomed visitor,
came closer to the candle light..
therefore,
the wine was spilt on the floor
the raven whispered:
just wait..it's 'Nevermore'..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 05 May 2016

My darling lover! With the joy of my heart. Thanks for sharing.

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