Mabel Akena Poems

on nights such as these,
when the sky, by but grey clouds only covered
and darkness strings all around
in its boundless hands.
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The door slams, I dare not turn
I need not move.
I stand as still as the wind
And the memories flood back.
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kiss me, so I may kiss you back
so I may quench the memory of your lips on mine,
reaffirm your taste, feel the security of your embrace
the familiarity of your warmth
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walk with me
along this lonesome path that flower's line on both sides as the sun caresses their delicate petals
sing to me
upon this treacherous trek, that your voice may be engraved in my mind and the sound of your breathing an unforgettable flute that lulls my humming pulse
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How strange it is, this madness I feel
How I long to make it last
But it must be gone from me
Like a euphoric dream,
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Let my crystal fountain tumble like sulphur
And burn impressions into the ground
Whence I stand,
When words have failed me
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Wondrous things I hold in this bag,
Memories of days gone
Past that captivates and still has
the power to hold me fast, exhilarate
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There times when I feel like I have known this soul before,
known his face with its ridges and lines,
committed it to a long lost memory,
engraved in the unreachable depth's of my soul,
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I am a maiden upon a treacherous path
searching in earnest for my knight
I seek not shinning silver armour, that glistens in the sun
nor glorious stallions, in all their vivacious gallop to victory
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my lonesome heart's cry, once more fills the empty room,
my mistaken divulgence from the expected,
an unfortunate yet unforgettable lesson,
like voices from the walls that surround me
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