In the absence of the sun
I can see the darkness in the human heart,
the silouhetted evil that lies within the soul
...
Sometimes I wonder in the dark still of night
About you laying cold and white
In sleeps repose, gowned yet dead
...
Softly, ever softly, whisper thou my name
o' thy sweet caress, a potent to my pain
...
She comes to me in my dreams
A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair
...
It comes within the dark of moon, black wind
whispering 'neath leather wings. Seeking,
...
Do you know who you are?
You are my heart and my soul
My light and my laughter
The warmth that sparks the consuming flames of my passion
...
The serpent has mingled with my blood
As she devours me, I become her lover
...
Hollow, haunted, hurting eyes staring at
the ceiling.
Cold, hard, white tile floor a pillow
for my head.
...
If fate should deal that blow that severs
and I should fall 'neath deaths dark sword
I want from you my wife and lover
...
A cry floats on the gentle breeze.
A sound of laughter, A sound of joy.
...
I look at him
Illuminated by the dim yellow glow
of warm lamplight
...
Currently an artist living in California. Poetry is my sideline. I like to write about anything that comes to mind.)
Absence Of The Sun
In the absence of the sun
I can see the darkness in the human heart,
the silouhetted evil that lies within the soul
Within the confines of the misty gloom,
roam the fettered wraiths
of secret passion
Lustful, wanton desire, the id essential,
haunts the etheral domain,
cloaked in shimmering gossamer veils
Half realized creatures of the dark
stalk with soundless echoes
the dim corridors of the soul
Unbound, unchained,
the foul, corrupt spirits of dark secret thoughts
wander freely
In the absence of the sun
I am afraid to close my eyes
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