Aline Kilmer

Poem by Aline Kilmer

A Wind Rose in the Night

A wind rose in the night,
   (She had always feared it so!)
Sorrow plucked at my heart
   And I could not help but go.

Softly I went and stood
   By her door at the end of the hall.
Dazed with grief I watched
   The candles flaring and tall.

The wind was wailing aloud:
   I thought how she would have cried
For my warm familiar arms
   And the sense of me by her side.

The candles flickered and leapt,
   The shadows jumped on the wall.
She lay before me small and still
   And did not care at all.

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  • p.a. noushadp.a. noushad (6/10/2008 7:56:00 AM)

    our thirst in the life to make it romantic but the realities....(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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