Green darkness

The river carries strings of foam
torn from my brides veil

in the forest room
enclosed by our shivering
I embrace your lost ornaments

the distant brink is green as from a darkness
like our drink of wooden wine

will you wipe aside the shadows
and uncover a face?

but no longer can I catch a glimpse of me
in your eyes

I am vague oblivion
like our emptied glass
sinking in the water



Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-10 at 19:33

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Teala
Wow--very deep, and emotional. I love this!! My favourite part:

but no longer can I catch a glimpse of me
in your eyes

I am vague oblivion
like our emptied glass
sinking in the water

BRAVO
2005-12-13



a whispered sense of desolation, beautifully expressed
2005-12-10


Zoya Zaidi
"but no longer can I catch a glimpse of me
in your eyes"
those lines..............!
devastatingly sad & beautiful at the same time,
((((Almost shivering with the intensity of those words...)))))
this is incredable!
xxx, Zoya
2005-12-10