Aram Stefanian

Rookie - 176 Points (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

On The Wane - Poem by Aram Stefanian

Drawn into the sturdy spiderweb of your fantasy
I was nearly smothered by a pair of loving hands
The sweet scent of childhood full of pure ecstasy
Reminded me of my attraction to nonexistent lands
I knew that my spirit would travel as fast as light
Breaking the sound barrier to reach the faraway stars
I'd join my fellow angels to finish the last-ditch fight
Against demons to keep them forever behind bars
And if I had an unearthly chance of being reborn
I'd roam around the world, looking for true love
Enamorado again, I could never feel blue or forlorn
The ghostly moonlight might cease to shine on me from above


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 3, 2011


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