Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
There! in the glist'ning starlit sepulchre,
Floating along by the gaping aperture--
There was Verandah, my love of yesteryear
As if alive, but she's gone. Then she drew near
Gently caressing my neck like a whiff of mist
She made me wonder, was I a somnambulist?
Was it a dream, or had Vera returned to me?
I longed to hold her, but feared for my sanity
She stood before me; she smiled and her lips were red
Was she alive? Or a ghost? Was she in my head?
She held my gaze, and I could not look away
I seemed to totter, to float like Verandah--Sway,
Lost in my dreams--and then she was kissing me,
Mouths seemed to merge, we were joined eternally
There! In the glist'ning, starlit grave we stood,
Howling as one to the moon, as children should
Then she and I were retired in the hole
Sleepless forever, as bells began to toll
Ever we lie as one. Ever we dream as one.
Ashes, ashes, life's all done.
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Comments (2 so far!)
Eternally together, I guess. Props for the tough rhyming words!
- #2724 Posted 6 years ago
Thank you! This was also written without a plan, only an image to get me rolling. I based the rhythm on a line from The Music Man's first number, "Rock Island."
- #2728 Posted 6 years ago
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