Warren Atherton Poems
On Wuthering Heights
'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep
Across dark plains in her lonesome keep.
So far away her soul in dismay
Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.'
I'll fly like the breeze across all the seas,
Endlessly on, for her heart to appease.
A sad moon shines across the windy moor,
On to her rescue, break open deaths' door.
There we'll entwine, one essence refine.
One pure light mere words can't define,
And harrowing nights with their fiendish sights,
Will reap the wild wind on Wuthering Heights.
Dance The Merry-Go-Round
A rotating planet of life
Unsteadily turns on its core.
Five levels of gas
Above scattered land-mass
Blue oceans all lapping a shore.
A celestial globe full of strife
With teeming life forms at the helm,
An energized ball, resisting its fall
To a state of near overwhelm.