Bill Smith

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Dripping The Past In Lights - Poem by Bill Smith

I remember you,
Shining,
Shining under the spotlight of my stare
Love at first sight
You became my sun that day
My stars at night
I warmed in the glow of your love
Grew in the garden of your arms
Slowly,
Slowly the 60-watt soft pink flowed to a 40 watt clear
The sun set, turned to a waning moon
Blindly ignoring every lighthouse
I crashed headlong,
Headlong onto the rocks of impending loneliness
All the lights turned to green
We went our separate ways
You into a Kaleidoscope
A world of light, of colour
Me,
Left to a life in the shadow of a strobe
Wondering where yesterday went
Walking a tungsten street to nowhere
To anywhere
With each flash of a camera
A memory of us surges forward
A picture of what was
Mentally, I laser cut myself out
See myself dropp to the floor
Twisting and turning in the air
Me- white- me-white- me -white
Landing face down
Into darkness

Somewhere in my soul,
Part of you remains,
A candle flickering
Pride prevents me from blowing you out
As you flicker
Flicker,
Casting shadows,
Dripping the past
Onto my heart
As the lights go out….


Comments about Dripping The Past In Lights by Bill Smith

  • (1/7/2008 8:55:00 PM)


    Given, I do tend to cry easily, being a poet and all, but seriously. I just about lost it.
    Absolutely incredible. I want to thank you for your words; thank you for sharing them. They make the world that much brighter. :)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 30, 2006



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