Me zoning off in Lit class one evening (an unusual time for writing ironically enough)


Sweet Surrender

Come.
Let us leave this place.
Let us run away from here,
Into the silver night,
By this way.
Feel the wind on your face,
Taste the coolness on your lips,
See the candles in the black blanket,
Hear the trees sigh with the wind.
Run.
Run with me.
Hold my hand,
I will take you there.
I will lead you to a place where
The sound of water flowing never stops,
Where the fragrance of flowers
Carries your senses away,
Where the earth welcomes our feet
And lays a carpet for us to tread.
Please say yes and take my hand.
Don't hesitate,
Don't ever look back
For the time is now...it may never return.
Let us free ourselves from the shackles
That hinder our love.
Forget your fears,
Drop your guard
And surrender yourself to the pleasure
Of feeling me near,
Of hearing my heart beat,
Of loving me 'till we can love no more.
Come with me.




Poetry by transience
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Written on 2006-07-02 at 04:03

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