apparently, what I put some ppl through :S


Late Calls

Sitting in the light of the lamp,she waits for his call
The normally revealing rays of light
Now seem to shy from their normal task
Of iluminating her once overjoyed face
So the shadows creep in and hang on her eyes
Swinging like spiritual millstones from her lashes
Memories of happier days,once thick and sweet like wine
Now have turned to vinegar in her heart
Giving rise to an endless thirst deep within...
A ring! A chime! Sweet heaven's bells
Toll in her relieved ear
She snatches at the receiver and says a greeting -
Before her spirit is dulled by disappointment
Only her friend with some mundane request
She ceases to listen long before the connection is broken
Everything in the room seems to wait with her
The scents of her untouched dinner fill the air
Mingling with her perfume to provide a sense of anticipation
Of happiness unfulfilled...
At last she gives in, and rises
Her feather light form now feeling as lead
And she collapses onto the satin sheets
The touch providing unwanted memories
Yet,in a way she welcomes it
As the sandman's touch overcomes her
And as her eyes shut, and darkness falls
Splitting the night like a victorious bell
Is a distinct ring...



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-11-06 at 19:11

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