Her Hair A Crimson Kingdom Poem by David Lacey

Her Hair A Crimson Kingdom



Who knows of what will come?
If any sun shall shine on tomorrows horizon.

Here I am upon the border of worlds and I am wavering
Tears fill the eyes that once looked upon the skies in wonder.
Death has left me pale, a sickly shade and fading.
The moments in her arms were an eternity in waiting.

Her hair a crimson kingdom
Her breast a pillow sweet
Her eyes a world of wisdom
My alter at her feet

Now

She has closed the gates to her domain,
Left me an exiled vagabond, dismissed from paradise.

The aroma of morning spring
Is nothing to that of the scented dreams she gave me
As she lay nestled in my arms.
We were as serpents smothering.

I have learnt that the heart is my own
My heart – my home
You may share my heart
Just as I may care for yours
The heart is a window
The heart is a door

The heart is a kingdom pulsating
It’s voice the whisper of truth
I have learnt that in offering your all
It’s voice a wisdom to sooth.

Share your love with me sometime
But know this heart is mine
In life – in death – this heart is mine
And still I would have it as yours.

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David Lacey

David Lacey

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