The Bell's Rung Tonight Poem by papillon alamy

In my own by the fireside
Glacing at your photo for the latest time
Looking at your strunk drawing
That I've stolen to you, then laughing

I dry that salted dropp on my cheek
Looking for courage to throw all the memories
Now that we've broken, I get tinglies
As known, a look, a smile, a romance then the break

I see the waves drawing, using the spare foam, your lovely face
But can't adjust well his eyes in their right place
Let me do it by myself, in that case
I close my eyes & draw again on the wet sand my baby's face
While he's wandring someplace

In that desert beach, alone, flowing in my painful sorrow
In need of voice to shout & yell, that I have perhaps to borrow
To tell you to stay for a while, hold on
But who can do better & beg time to hang on

I straighten myself & give up my utopian chimeras
It's time to carry up the punter, to cope dilemmas
I threw the memories as I've thrown a part of me in the fire
And freezing while an icy hole's digging inside

I dry the salted drops which succeed to that first one muttering go to the hell
I think it's time, it ends tonight, I can hear the bell