Lora Colon

Silver Star - 4,380 Points (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)

The Lonely Visitor - Poem by Lora Colon

I was laying alone when he suddenly appeared,
He stood at the foot of my bed;
The curtain was parted, the moon shining bright,
Forming a halo 'round his head

His face was aglow with beauty and grace,
But his eyes were hollow and dead;
We stared at each other, neither of us spoke,
He just stood at the foot of my bed

I couldn't tell how much time had passed,
It seemed like hours to me;
I layed there studying his expressionless face,
Then I felt such strong empathy

His eyes were empty, but they spoke to me,
Long ago, the light had burned out;
Nothing in his eyes but darkness now,
But I know what that's about

He was the embodiment of loneliness,
What he needed, I could only guess;
He said 'Lora, please, can I lay with you? '
I extended my arms..... and said yes

I held him close to me all through the night,
He caressed my face and my hair;
I kissed his eyes, and the light returned,
He kissed my lips, love was waiting there

He cried on my pillow as the dawn approached,
He knew his time wasn't long;
I held him so close and I covered his eyes,
But with first light of day..... he was gone


Comments about The Lonely Visitor by Lora Colon

  • Silver Star - 3,265 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (10/23/2013 5:15:00 AM)

    the apparition of love, so mesmerizingly penned!
    the end permeated me with sadness. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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