Saturday, 30 October 2010
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
When Darkness Falls
When Darkness Falls
Let the night fold around me
Damp mantle upon my skin
Warm breath upon my body
Stirring the venus within
Let the webbed wings of shadow
Weave darkness through my hair
Let me fade into the night
My lover awaits me there
He will hold me and kiss me
Bathe me in pale moonlight
Brush the darkness from my hair
And make love to me all night
Cradling me in loving arms
He'll be holding back the night
Until my dreams awake me
Let me fade into his light
© Rose
Let the night fold around me
Damp mantle upon my skin
Warm breath upon my body
Stirring the venus within
Let the webbed wings of shadow
Weave darkness through my hair
Let me fade into the night
My lover awaits me there
He will hold me and kiss me
Bathe me in pale moonlight
Brush the darkness from my hair
And make love to me all night
Cradling me in loving arms
He'll be holding back the night
Until my dreams awake me
Let me fade into his light
© Rose
Friday, 22 October 2010
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Monday, 18 October 2010
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Mid October Moon
I fall into
You
The tempest
The turmoil
The torturous night
Tumbling
Cascading
Through
Deserted dreams
Where
Shadows
Comfort me
While
Pain weaves
It's own embrace
Healing my soul
© Rose
Friday, 15 October 2010
Little Heap of Dirt
The Little Heap of Dirt
Her heart pound
Against her ribs
Tears and sweat
And dirt streaked
Her face
Her hair fell
Across her eyes
Clouding her vision
She clawed
at the dirt
Scraping it back
Cupping it in her
Bleeding hands
Scooping it up
Into a little heap
Breathing heavily
Sobbing almost
She bit her lip
Then whimpered
Still on her knees
She leaned back
She closed her eyes
She made the sign
Of the cross
Bent forward
and prayed
For her own
Wretched soul
She struggled to
Her feet
Hastened to the
Gate
She looked back
At the cemetery
The unmarked
Grave
No one
Would know
Her secret
The little heap
Of dirt
No one
Would know
Her grief
© Rose
Her heart pound
Against her ribs
Tears and sweat
And dirt streaked
Her face
Her hair fell
Across her eyes
Clouding her vision
She clawed
at the dirt
Scraping it back
Cupping it in her
Bleeding hands
Scooping it up
Into a little heap
Breathing heavily
Sobbing almost
She bit her lip
Then whimpered
Still on her knees
She leaned back
She closed her eyes
She made the sign
Of the cross
Bent forward
and prayed
For her own
Wretched soul
She struggled to
Her feet
Hastened to the
Gate
She looked back
At the cemetery
The unmarked
Grave
No one
Would know
Her secret
The little heap
Of dirt
No one
Would know
Her grief
© Rose
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
The Silence
She looked at him
and wondered what it was
she was supposed to feel
Contempt perhaps
Or Sorrow
But she only felt
the numbness
inside of her
He stopped talking
Perhaps waiting
for a response
She looked at him
and wondered what
it was she was supposed to say
He spoke louder
Perhaps to invoke a response
Perhaps to force her to listen
Perhaps to fill the silence
But she only heard
the silence
Only felt
the numbness
Coiling tightly
inside her
Holding her
Binding her
to the silence
between his words
where she felt safe
© Rose
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Monday, 4 October 2010
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